A beautiful spring day ~ A short stop at the mall ~ An anomaly still ~ But for how long?
Centuries past, humans unseen
When land was lush and air was clean
North to south skeins did fly
They owned the flight paths in the sky
Now wings of steel steal the blue
Their trumpets whine and cough and spew
Toxic breath and acid tears
That drip from clouds and will for years
Fresh water’s history thanks to the rain
Our man-made link in nature’s chain
And too, no longer on the ground
Will gaggles thrive on what they’ve found
Not sapphire blues or emerald greens
But concrete grays and blackish sheens
Migrate they will, migrate they must
But afore long it’ll just be dust
This earth below their broad spread wings
This patchwork now of man-made things
They’ll adapt, to live, they’ll twist the plot
for…
WE PAVED PARADISE TO PUT IN A PARKING LOT
Yes Joni…after all these years…we’re still doing it…
(good to see you all again and thanks for sticking around…xo R)



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