A plastic bag quivers in the wind
Its shrill thrashing hiss
More so imagined than audible
Resonates from across the parking lot
Weak and insubstantial, it coasts
Like a veiled phantom face
In ethereal moonlight
Ready to take flight
On the breath of frigid winter
It departs the callous pavement
Whisked forth from its purgatory
And behind the curtain of night
Heavy in the wake of this escape
Scarred by the breaks and tears
Of taking on too much at once
I see myself
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