April 15

A poem originally called "Death of the Plastic Bag" now to be sung to a sing song ditty like what ice cream trucks play.

I swear by my swirling sand

That after leaves have failed and flung

their Christmas lights which once were strung

bare branches with their plastic bags

hide for shame in steepled crags

contagions spread as dove’s wing’s soar

Wondering what it was all for

What it was all for.