Saving the Planet

Saving The Planet

                                     Earth day slapped me in the face
with blue and green continents
that turned black — not only at night.
Smoke stacks and bright lights                    escaping hustle bustle
rustled the trees

when the wind blew                            across              the              concrete        jungle
and into my lungs,
it tasted                                            like dust, like lost children and struggling   mothers,
like soap and milk cartons and M&M’s.

I took a bite of my life and it tasted like trees.


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