A boy drags an empty bag through the sand.
He’s tied it at the end of a rope.
The wind blows into it, swelling it, ruffling it,
making it float and then
nearly ripping it out of his hand.
The bag is as transparent and light as this boy’s soul.
Boy, breath, wind blowing, soul…
Later, when it’s full of sand
It won’t fly anymore.
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