Riddle #4
Some are small-sized vessels with big cargoes.
They stir up memories of the dead or dread.
Some cargo snow; others, downpours.
They go out on wishful thinking; others, on anthems.
Some are sore-spots in creation, docking in trees and fences.
All of winter’s winds and then some can hardly shred them.
Solution:
Photos; Clouds; Plastic Bags. Each carries its own kind of cargo.–Is the latter the ‘asteroid’ that will destroy life as now known on Earth? Will robots eat plastic? Will their batteries be plastic? Earth to earth, dust to dust, polymer to polymer?
