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).