So many big green bags.
Every dawn another one shows up –
the latest spawning ornaments
that don’t relate to Christmas. Ah! –
earrings from an isthmus – suddenly
you’re spangling and gangling
on its beach: jangling out of reach.
Accompanied by yet another lighted
yellow quadrangle: fish-line face –
seducing random space. Reassuring.
Existence is alluring. Put a little
toffee in your coffee. Break your fast.
Watch your whirling world go past
until, at last, its consciousnesses sag.
Await another big green bag.
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