Jim Baggs
Free Writing
I
like to look at all the bags
They
sell out at the mall,
Those
packs for books and school supplies—
I
like them, one and all.
My
gym bag is the biggest one
That
I could find for sale.
There’s
lots of room for shoes and shorts—
Old
lunches going stale.
My
book bag is so crammed with junk
The
zipper will not close.
And
what’s in there? A mystery
That
only heaven knows.
When
I was just a little kid
And
went down to the park,
I’d
ride the teeter-totter till
It
started growing dark.
I
had no one to ride with me
Down
at the other end.
And
so I tied my book bag there:
My
silent canvas friend.
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