Plastic Moon

A plastic bag aloft above
The treetops like an octopus
Now brushes across
A building’s facade
Slides past an open window
Within an infant naps perhaps
Who could become entangled,
and strangled,
And die from that
Thin floating chance
As the lanternflies dance

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at and on twitter @elliot_sperber