This is my suitcase of summer clothes.

My carry-on full of fluttery cloth.

When I left, it's all I brought.

Now, I watch the thin snow

and the governor says to stay at home

and home is wherever you are.

I wear the winter dress I left

when I left for Brazil

when I left for New York.  

I lived another life I'm so much more

beautiful in this than I was before.

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