2021/7/27 #poetry Some small piece of fabric, likely plastic, like a wisp of smoke it floats gently about the rooftops. Rising, turning, twisting, falling, any direction the wind gives, it takes. From light to shadow it loops about, then off down into the canyon between the buildings. Over the street it shoots, tumbling and flapping. Down to the sidewalk, a moment of stillness, then up again across to the other side. Around the trunk of a tree, once, twice, up past the branches and into the sky. Along the side of a taller building it bounces. Past a pole to taunt a flag with its freedom, while being teased itself by the image of stability. Soaring higher and higher it shrinks away into the tangle of currents, continuing along, a visible marker of invisible forces.