Stranded
Clinging for dear life,
Barely grasping the weeds,
It’s handles reach like fingertips in the wind,
“One gusty blow!”
The plastic bag screams,
“And I’m sailing.”
© Elizabeth Daniel
Response to our Inspiration Call on February 24, 2017
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A poem by my friend Elizabeth Daniel.
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