Plastic Bags (~1995-ish?)

I sit
No sound
I utter
The fridge
Drones on
Intruding
upon wind
Rustling by 
Down streets
Filled with discarded plastic bags
Tumbling
Into gutters
Washing, churning
Breaking down
Through clogged sewer pipes
Emerging
Blasting
On frothing waves
Crushing in
Upon the shore
Breathing
Back
​into us all