Yet you thought
you had done well
at least as best as you could
but you were transporting in your suitcase,
kilos and kilos of past and
when about to get in the train the controller
watched you he said
« it’s worth nothing ».
Images, they come back
how good !
you were wondering
how much how much
how much it costs to transport it
on a daily basis
Depends on the image. Emotional weight…
It sometimes gets heavy.
How good that the poem itself has a lightness, as if caught in passing.
Must be the early hours in the morning effect! Thank you.