A spinning plastic bag
Dances with each turn
Of the breeze.
Left and right at whim,
I watch as it lifts to the sky
In response to random currents
Such a co-operative surrender.
Rubbish and sky have met
For an interpretive display
Of freedom,
And it's one I find
So satisfying to watch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem