To a discarded plastic bag

By adam

Tue, 27 Dec 2011
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Caught amongst branches,
A rattling
Prisoner of the wind,
How strange that your
Fragile, fluid lines could come
To out endure all
London’s shining towers;
Maybe even the trees themselves

December 2011.

Certificate U
Poem
After Industry
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by sid on
When I saw this listed with the teaser I expected a cliche, but when I read the whole I liked it. It just makes you sit and think a moment, with very few words

 

Submitted by scratch on
I agree with sid. In fact I like it very much. And I don't like much usually.