A Plastic Bag
...from the movie, 'American Beauty'
A plastic bag, a windy day,
darting, dancing high and low,
coquettish in her flight of fancy,
all in all, a one-bag show;
a street performer with a twist,
I wish you could have seen her,
a holder meant for groceries,
an no-name ballerina.
Erratic, yes, but orchestrated,
it's as if a puppeteer
controlled the choreography,
a protege without a peer;
she soared and swooped, this virtuoso,
then the errant wind was gone,
no pirouettes to look upon,
and I was left to ruminate,
an audience of one.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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