the light brightens
contours of the land take shape
the mountains laid out with their heights and tables
then day leaps in with its particulars
the rusty cans, the abandoned cars
no one is going to pick them up
they have become part of the landscape
and there! four pronghorn
2 comments:
This poem is another nail in the casket of society. It's like a long Haiku. No one is going to pick up man's messes. This is a powerful poem about eye of the beholder. Man will never stop because most people never see the difference between the trash and treasures of this world. Great last line.
Thank you for your comment! Nice to know I'm not just talking to myself. (Seems like it at times :-)
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