Smugglers

Smugglers

Easy enough to call the contraband
Memory but is it? We didn’t mean

To find ourselves at the border
Of the moment with unexplained

Stuff in our bags. Mood altering
Substance. Clouds move away

Inexorable as a tango. The earth
Rolls us forward with everything

Every hour’s hand has held.

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