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Transformation

James A. Pharis, Jr.
Copyright © 1999, James A. Pharis, Jr.
Ultima Vez Modificado: 1 de noviembre del 2001

It was a torn garbage bag on the parking lot;

Not noticed nor respected in the trash.

It came to my attention today

As it soared aloft with a puff of wind.

I stood there and watched as it lifted high,

With grace and beauty all its own.

That bit of plastic refuse that has lost its use

Became a lovely presence in the wind.

My eye followed it as it descended and

Skipped across the pavement in different form.

Then it rose again and for a moment of delight

Became a soaring, changing, lifted spirit.

Once again it fell, no longer to rise.

It became trash again despite the wind.

No more a spirit on the wing

This bit of plastic ceased to be.

Not like man who rises above the mire;

Not like one whose spirit is ever changed;

Not like one once lifted from the depths,

And soars forever in a new frame.

James A. Pharis, Jr.

November 30, 1999, Tuesday 11:00 p. m.