playful litter

plastic bags dance like gypsies in eddies,

circling the same old cobble stones

in a native fashion.

the wind is feeling playful today.

giving the bag a full breath of air,

it is finally able to ascend into the skies

and out of its continuous routine.

trees moan and hiss,
shaking their branches in an attempt to

ensnare or intimidate.

cars screech by under them,

and the common pedestrian flails

their arms in displeasure.

an alley cat's paw reaches out curiously,

but a stray canine interjects oafishly

with a loud bark and playful dash underneath it.

persevering, the bag travels on.

streaks of sunlight glimmer

through its translucent exterior.

the bag's handles extend outward

in an attempt to embrace

the magnificance above it.

suddenly a hand reaches out,

grabbing it and chucking it into a black bin;

today is garbage day, not recycling.

the large vehicle drives off, and it begins to rain.

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Did it make you sad at the end?

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