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Sooth
by Bruce W Niedt
a white plastic bag
snagged by bare branches
after the rainstorm
wind sock of chance
billowing, snapping
in gathering gusts
that rush to fill in
a void of pressure
presents about-face
of changing weather
we rise the next day
the bags disappeared
carried off, no doubt
by the very thing
it warned us about
04/05/2002 Posted on 04/05/2002
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
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