Plastic Bag Dreams by Renee Ewald

You find them in peculiar spots

Hidden in your sock drawer

Or under your bed

They lay away, hidden and forgotten

Rendered useless in our busy world

They lay crumpled, waiting,

to be thrown in with the trash.

But on windy days, when the sun is shining

We tie the thread to hold them,

And let the wind fill them up.

So they soar above our heads,

Children giggle and laugh,

As they watch the discarded plastic bags,

Fly high as dreams done right.

In the form of a homemade kite.