Every time I shop and make sure each
grocery item has its own nice roomy
plastic bag;
Each time I turn down an offer to carpool;
Whenever I use spray from an aerosal can;
As often as I choose not to renew, reuse, or recycle,
simply tossing plastic into the garbage or onto the ground.
I like to think that I am singeing the sky,
contributing to the clog of atmospheric arteries,
putting pollution into plump purple clouds
to cover the visage of the damnable sun
in a thick, almost invisible veil.
But the orb often arrayed in all its yellow circular splendor,
garbed in gaudy, golden glory,
Just keeps on rising day after day after day.
4.26.2010
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