Plastic Signal
On the back of a chair, a plastic bag
Hangs by one of its carry loops
The other free to move in the breeze
Which enters from the window nearby
Back and forth, fitfully waves the free loop
Calling me, or something near me
Passing on a beckon from the atmosphere
To whom addressed?
What elements are signalling each other
Beyond my understanding, if not notice;
What their arcane subject?
Within my being, something shivers
As the unsecured loop
Waves me on.
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