A STRANGE ROMANCE
I saw a plastic grocery bag spinning around and around.
Sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground.
I watched in fascination when the object took to flight.
Like a butterfly lost in the breeze, no control, its plight.
Pirouetting higher, and higher, and higher still,
Then plunging, down upon the earth, broken in its will.
From nowhere, thereupon the scene, a leaf joins in the fray.
Pas De Deux, the two aspire again and together fly away.
Alas, above and out of sight, somewhere these strangers dance.
Upon a wind of change, I saw, the strangest of romance.
