The wind is gusting as a playful breeze <br />The whirling summer air is entertaining <br />With a performance of acrobatic ease <br />A stream of air is persuading and reigning <br /> <br />A wispy translucent shape dances as if alive <br />Caught in a rapture, rushing in front of cars <br />Barely escaping ruptures; destined to survive <br />Once again, lifting and gliding without scars <br /> <br />With a whoosh, the discarded plastic grocery bag <br />Is launched majestically and snagged on a branch <br />Suddenly the thrill seeker becomes a waving flag <br />Twirling and twisting, begging for another chance <br /> <br />1/26/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/airborne/
