Bags and Baggage

I put them down, these things,
all piled round me like I would
submerge myself in the
leather of the past.

I came by long roads
and see them now, dirty, care-
worn and creased and wonder
can I cease
using them?  Do you

like them in the hallway we have to
walk round to walk on - question is

can I leave them down
or is their bulky content
my ongoing alarm.
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