Plastic Moon

Poems used to pounce on me from out of nowhere on my way home from school.

Out of the corner of my eye

I thought I saw the shadowed

Moon, spindled in lacy filigree

But then I glanced to its source

Billowing through the tips of a dead elm

And found it was nothing but

An effigy, a fluttering plastic bag,

Scarred and hovering in the eaves.

Reviews

[paul]

more profundity in the mundane. what a fantastic way of seeing things. and writing

[Emily B]

love those poems that pounce from out of nowhere

[Closedown]

Ooh, very nice!

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. what you saw ... is what it was ... these images are just so precise ... so unbelievable ... i'm lucky you found them ... and i could see them too ...