Parading

I’m learning to travel light,

weighs almost nothing. No one suspects
like the juice in the power line.
like the juice in the power line.
My baggage, swallowed by memory,
My baggage, swallowed by memory,
weighs almost nothing. No one suspects
weighs almost nothing. No one suspects
its value. When they knock on my door,
its value. When they knock on my door,
badges flashing, I open up: —Lisel Mueller
badges flashing, I open up:
—Lisel Mueller

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