On an un-lonesome drive
passing through the uncharted distance
between dots on a map,
with all its trees-yet unnamed-
I saw a runaway take-out box
pirouette over grass on the median,
like a styrofoam ballerina
in defiance of the environmentalists
and their landfills,
its only wish to dance along the highway,
with the crisp autumn wind swirling
around its corners.
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