caught, a cinquain




these things
that i cling to--
that also cling to me--
plastic grocery bags in high
branches






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10 thoughts on “caught, a cinquain

  1. This is perfect, man. Perfect. Nothing quite says cling like a plastic grocery bag high in a tree (alas).

  2. Sweet poem.

    Reminds me of driving through the bush in southern Africa. We could always tell when we were getting close to “civilization” and its “things” when plastic bags starting appearing midst the natural landscape.

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