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Can a plastic bag take wing?

Can God speak through the blue sky eyes of a homeless vet?

Can a ripple turn into a wave?

The litter grows like weeds

Stumbling and bumbling

Debris cast aside like a jilted lover

You were not to be ignored

Our paths crossed

You noticed my burden and you blessed me

I am a creature of Mother Earth

I pick up the detritus

The unwanted and disregarded

I make room for life

Yet there’s one that always gets away

Feather light-

First it skitters across the pavement

Then gains speed

The wind gusts and it’s lifted

Once, twice

over the polluted pond

( Please don’t fall in!)

Another gust and it soars higher,

Then lower

dodging windshields

until at last it gains its final wings

and flies out of sight