I ran a little errand yesterday –
a morning amble to secure a snack.
Outside the house, on sidewalk, feet away
from driveway, stood a suitcase, handle up
and wheels below, abandoned I would say,
like luggage airports warn us to avoid.
The text was sent last evening – a display
of panic in a neighbor who came back
the night before, from travel to L.A.

(Magic 9)