Friday, December 05, 2008

bags

nineteen years of collecting, saving,
stashing, borrowing and not returning,
quite a load hidden in a field
plastic bags enough to build
a small water proof home with
attached two car garage

eight thousand year shelf life
stores well without refrigeration
completely inflatable home, need only
figure how to keep it from blowing around
and getting stuck on trees and fences
or perhaps melting in the sun

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh yes they seem to have a life of their own don't they?

Annie said...

Juat wanted to tell you, I've enjoyed all of this week's poems. They all have nice imagery, wonderful observations, and a pleasant, reflective tone.

jack sender said...

thanks. remember when all the recording stars got together to sing "we are the world"? they should do another one "we are the plastic bags"

yes, bag r us.

now to disturb the forces, i am going to take you into the sci-fi mode on the next one. i mean, the nxt one.

(don't worry, i haven't lost it. i'll return to semi-reality after tomorrow)