Folded like small black
Garbage bags lumped
Garbage bags lumped
With waste and the fold
Angling straight on one
Side as if the bag held
A long bone like a femur
If you had to glance up
To be shocked by small
Black garbage bags on
The wide tree branches
And wondered whose
Dumb idea was it to
Decorate the trees this
Way, who had the hustle
To take this much effort
And what sort of sombre
Celebration was this and
Then have it dawn upon
You that those were not
Small black garbage bags
Those were breathing
Living phenomenon of
Life and nature and life
And nature and if anyone
Were dumb it was you!
-
Chandni Girija
Day 24 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2022
How lovely, thanks for this gem. I bless you.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Selma! May you be blessed too :)
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