THE PLASTIC BAG

The plastic bag
is puffed into flight
by a crisp
spring wind.

Lofted above
green awnings,
tumbling in
child-like somersaults.

Catching sunshine,
its transparency
beams luminescent.

Suddenly, it dives in
a fearless plummet,
a dizzying spin
until another gust
carries it into
oblivion.

oblivion

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