52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Saturday, March 18, 2017

14. Short Eastern Sierra Poem #2

All this snow in this heat will turn to water soon.
It is dirty now, but the streets will like creeks bring it
to where it joins a larger creek to be filtered through
reeds and rocks into a field where fish swim and breathe.
Garbage will get hung up on those reeds and rocks. 
They don't care that we made it and sent it to them. 
They'll be there after we're dead, directing currents.

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