A Resting Place

Look over there on the other side of the street,
See that shopping cart
Sleep.

Laying on his side
No worries or laws
To abide.

He lies, still and calm
While the pesky plastic bags
Circle ‘round and ‘round.
Content with his life,
Never making a sound.
Sleepy the Shopping Cart
Has finally found
A safe place to rest
Lay his weary head
And dream about
His home,
The supermarket.

Dancing Bags

Dancing Bags
They dance heartily
Floating through
The bright blue sky.
Plastic grocery bags
Let loose
To move and flow
On the edge of the wind
As it pushes them gently
Higher and higher.
A white bag
Flips and turns
Flaps its shiny white wings.
Tries to leap off the ground
Dodges cars,
Almost gets sucked and smooshed
Under a black Truck tire.
But then the wind’s sweet breath
Grasps the bag up,
Lifts it’s weary, crinkly body,
And it swiftly flies
Around the corner Traveling fast
Onto another
Adventure.

(There are many more streets to explore).

The Bag Shuffle

Shimmy black bag,
Shuffle down that sidewalk!
Skim the concrete
Swallow up the street
Gobble up the silent music
Spit it out in streaks
Hide behind the wall,
Then peek—while giggling—at me.