Trash Bag in the Trees

Trash bag in the trees,

rustling in the breeze

tissue to the sneeze

of the greenest

of the leaves.

—

“Get me out!”

The trash bag will announce,

“I can’t stand another ounce

of this travesty.”

But, unable to flee,

the trash bag will flounce about uselessly,

witnessing the beech tree’s teeniest sprouts

growing up in their brand new plastic house.