Entanglement

by Jacqueline Moore

I am the white plastic
deli-bag you tossed
into a subway grate,
rising on an updraft.

I twirl my girlish way
along the avenues,
perch on that linden tree
outside your window.

I am your high branch
entanglement with soul,
your will-o’-the-wisp
out of reach.

Snug in my tree crotch,
I sag and shrivel
and yellow in your sight.
Forever.