A battered bag

Hung in a tree

Rustles like

The fallen leaves



It's hung up there

An empty sack

Can't go forward

Can't go back



The constellation

Streetlights' glow

The firmament

Displayed below



And in the dark

The passing cars

Describe the arc

Of shooting stars



And someday it may

Finally fall

It might get lucky

So say we all



It's still up there

Just rearranged

Waiting for

The wind to change



A final breath

A shift of air

It's blow away

To God knows where



And someday it may

Finally fall

It might get lucky

So say we all