The Abandoned Bag

The leathery smell mixed with ocean breeze
Ethereal flowers blossomed all over
“Use me,” it begs, so longingly
Inside, an empty pocket of darkness

Slight yank as it’s pulled off its hook
then stuffed as a Christmas turkey
bounces against her skinny spine
finally, content with its purpose

Tumbles with a thud onto the filthy floor
Silence fills the unorderly room
Scowls as it’s abandoned once more
Befriends the straw hat beside it

Limp, bleak and hopeless once more
Still dainty as a dandelion