plastic flowers

plastic bag flowers

they line the road
a winding, wending road
they soak up the sun
a post-church sunday sun
into the town
a soft breeze, shimmering town

an empty town
with broken glass bottles
and fluttering scraps
and chip packets and streamers
and old bits of clothing
and leftover people

a quiet town
of resting congregants
at home on a sunday morning
at home inside their tin shelters
and cardboard shelters
and dingy apartment shelters
and elegant, spacious condo shelters
and huge house, high house mansion shelters

or on the beach
or in the bay
or by the quay
or at the pub
or on the mountain
or in the forest

all making plastic flowers
and throwing them away
lining their paths with foil paper grass
throwing it all away