And it seemed so different,
I'd never seen a bag,
With speed, and velocity
In the street it sat,
They both sat there,
I moved cautiously,
But then I caught a glimpse,
I was the one, lurking
The shadows held my light,
Never ending in this wind
And as I thought,
I wondered what their thoughts were,
And I closed my eyes,
A light flickered,
I sank back into the shadows
And as I extinguished
not knowing, what
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The poem is about two bags blowing in the wind. One had stopped in the driveway, the other started at the top of the hill, when I first saw it, and stopped in the street, across from the driveway. It moved quickly down the hill, low to the ground.
It danced a bit in the wind, then moved to where I could not see it, beyond the house. I ventured towards the front yard, and it seemed eerily quiet. One car passed, and broke me from my slumber, a bit, but soon I was back there, when I reached the front yard and saw the bag coming back up the hill to find me.
I watched and waited, almost as if the bags were plotting against me, but they never struck. And so I wondered what their thoughts of me must be. Were they as frightened of me as I was of them?
When I turned around, I thought I saw two small, glazing eyes, low to the ground, in the woods, but I can't be certain. I keep hearing a noise come from the woods, like a door creaking, from a place where no door obviously exists. I wonder if it is an opossum. What might its thoughts be.
As I spy for the eyes I saw moments ago, a flood light on the baseball field flickers, and then comes on. Why? At 3 am in the morning, does it choose to light itself now? What is it trying to reveal?
It is so silent, I can almost hear my thoughts, and though it is not very windy, you would never know it from the relentless noise coming from the unfinished roof,
on the car dealership, across the street.
I finally decide that I should go back in, lest something unpleasant befall me. I finish my cigarette and watch the glowing red head fly away into the night wind. I return inside and feel safe again, but now I am trapped here all alone with just my thoughts to keep me sane.