The thing I forgot about
the traveling
how you dither back and forth
forget a thousand things
and how you fret over the lists
back in the baggage car
and how when you finally get there,
there you are
not being a sage
not being a wise one
I forget my lessons, mistake
the finger for the sun
I forget what's me
and what's the baggage
and dish another bowl
of boiled cabbage
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