a bag of nothing

bag in tree

a plastic bag
held nothing
but wind

now
it holds nothing
at all

for the wind blew
and blew

and the bag

well …

you might say the wind
is no substance

you might say the wind
has
no form

but wait
when it blows
like it blew

the bag filled
filled
and tore
until now
it holds nothing
at all

bag

no
now it holds
nothing
at all


© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #12: raven

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