has snagged and gored a
plastic bag.
At first,
from the ground beneath,
you can see the two of them
bend and thurst
and parry in the wind;
but then,
they seem to marry
and behave as one system—
an augmented chord
that just hangs in the air
with no inherent urge
to resolve,
or the parent
who has just captured, and now
raises up her fretted child,
only to kiss
and forgive.
