Trash on the Wind
by plainspokenrefuse
· 19/12/2025
Published 19/12/2025 17:07
A plastic bag flutters, a mockery of grace,
whipping past my face, no joy to embrace.
Caught in a fence, a tattered disgrace,
it twirls like a ghost, devoid of a place.
Laughter erupts from a child nearby,
but all I can see is the weight of the sky.
No beauty in flight, just a life unconfined,
a moment of nothing, a memory maligned.