Natural (thought
I)
As I walked,
My breath a frozen
stream,
A plastic bag rushed
Past in the north
wind.
Its limp surface
rustled
In the frigid breeze
as it
Hopeless surrendered
To the frigid
breeze.
Natural (thought I)
In consequence of
nature,
To let it pass me by.
To let it pass me by.
A plastic bag rushed
Past in the north
wind.
I stretched my
protesting fingers,
Shivering in
resistance, and
Snatched it,
Shivering in
resistance, away
From the grasp of
the wind.
The east wind howled
in hunger.
Who are you, it
growled,
To interfere with
nature?
I shoved the bag
into my pocket,
And walked on.
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