A gauzy Skein of Propylene --
That sways with slightest Breath --
This bag holds smocks -- and Bread and Milk --
But -- in its folds -- lies Death.
It sways and puffs -- this Thistledown, Balloonlike in its joy --
Each tiny mouth a perfect fit -- This bag is not a toy.
-- Emily Dickinson
(Jim Roy Wilson, Washington)
Washington Post Style Invitational:
Rewrite some banal instructions in the style of some famous writer