Exploring Possibilities Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

Memories,
cling-film wrapped
fresh
and clean for whenever.
Weighted
with life's necessities,
baggage
that I cannot leave behind.
Snap on my seat belt (I'm not a good traveler)
and ask the flight attendant 'When do we arrive?



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