ONE HEART
Look at the birds. Even flying
is born
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
PHOTO: Grackles flying over trees near Forest City, Iowa © DMBR
Top o’ the spring day mornin’ to ya!
… take all your trash with you and leave us alone.
Otherwise? I’ll find out where you live and dump all my garbage in your front lawn.
I’ve written about this before (two years ago to the day). I really don’t get it. An entire bag of fast-food trash? Really? I’m sure you’re “this” close to home. Why can’t you just hang on to it until you get there and put it in your own trash can? “Litterbug” is actually too nice a word. I prefer “litterpig” or “litterjerkhole.” Just stop throwing trash out your window. Please?
… I’ll send my love to it every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss.
Sigh. No, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.
