Spinzia B

It occurs to her this recurring

this vervant plastic bag that dances and twirls in the sky and spins and most importantly

she flies this common white plastic bag not unlike a trillion other bags available at Terry Van's General Store

is a superstar in the Superstore parking lot
spinning up the airways to the great blue.

The plastic bag says "wheeeeeeeeee, look at meeeeeeee, I'm an artist!"
and the West Wind says "No, you're not. You're a film of plastic trapped in the current, captured on magnetic tape."
The West Wind punches the bag in its gut
Bag gut Punch. Bag gut Punch. Bag gut Punch.
in a tremendous volley of blows. The wind knocked the wind from the bag.

Then sprung from out of that plastic dancing thing the gentlest tornado.

Her name is Spinzia B and laps she runs round the squarish parking lot
lifting up the rusty dust and carries it away

She spun the cars in their stalls.

She cleaned that place up a little.



Nobody died by whirlwind that afternoon.