the lost bag

the lost bag
was there and then not
now disappeared
into a morass of bags
waiting to be found
by a baggage engineer
with scanner

I see a person 
with yellow hi-viz top
swimming in a lake
of orphan bags 
calling out the barcode
awaiting a faint response

“I’m here
here I am
please rescue me”
a lamb’s bleat
when called by its mother

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