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This poem was written in early December 2004, while I was driving to work. (yes, at the red lights and stop signs, I wrote my catch phrases and polished them later; I've even written a children's picture book manuscript in that same way)
urban tumbleweed
plastic bags.
yellow...white...green
bearing logos of corner fruit markets,
designer gift shops and wholesome bakeries
toss about on the gray asphalt
or fly up in the air,
some clipping themselves on
naked tree branches
to pose as
brightly colored flags
flapping in the wind.
others --
they float high...and higher,
balloons without strings,
to the recycling station
in the sky.
5 comments:
I love the title...so descriptive...keep posting your poems Pearl...great :)
a poetic observation :) also like the title!
shavua tov :)
I love it...
Great urban impression...
I really love this poem! You really painted the picture for me...
So glad you all took the time to comment...and so positively.
Poetry is rather personal, but I figured we've all seen plastic bags floating around the pavement and streets wherever each of us lives...and therefore you could relate to the captured imagery.
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