I was sat in my front room alone, wind howling down the chimney and against my large patio doors when I opened this. We live on the sea front in a popular tourist sopt, so an an amazing amount of paper cups and take out food wrappers are airborne on days like this. Great poem.
I like these simple three line vignettes. Small still life movies. Some might mutter about 'endless substitution' – but plastic cups does it fine by me. The wabisabi of windblown litter. 'Gusty wind' is the appropriate opening shot for this delightful moment, which we can all easily relate to. Whether inanimate objects 'chase each other' is a mute point.