Anthony Ramirez Two Poems BAGGAGE From the open freight, with the other boozed stowaways, he glares at the blurred landscape. His pocket doesn't clink with change anymore, but carries his only possession... a pair of rolling dice. FORGOTTEN Sitting on the concrete sidewalk with his un-amputated arm stretched, toward a few good pennies. People just pass unrecognizing the long-ago purple heart he wears.