The grouped girls at the rock wall
taking pictures of themselves laugh
loudly with overly animated gestures
expressing freedom and independence
as a quintet of flocked individuals.
The rest of the scene is basically
pure, yellow sun, tousled grasses,
mist from a waterfall, and tourist
types calmly seeking an inspirational
moment with a digital camera, a photo
to remind them that the trip was worth
the monthly to their credit card company.
Then it happens-
Two of the five girls simultaneously
chug their cans of pop and plop
their aluminum cans on the rock wall.
In dodo bird formation they all
twaddle away down the dirt path.
Did I: Mention the mist? The leaves
gently fluttering? The gold warm
light? The undeniable fact that this
is a place where Nature heartily flaunts
the best she has to offer the human race?
This is a true story, Nature gave it
her all and all those girls
could think to give back
were two soda-pop cans.
Human Trash.
Monday, July 5, 2010
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