What some may consider a bag caught in the tree
Instead, I see a magical dance
A bag swaying perfectly to the Krishna Das chant playing
Soothing my tattered psyche today
Peaceful form through the movement of a torn white plastic bag
I am no longer standing in my kitchen
I am the music, the chant, the movement and that happily stuck bag
Fifty feet high off the ground
Caught in the embrace of a branch of my neighbor's hundred year oak
Ready to be relocated/released at any moment
Okay to be stuck
Okay to fly away
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