in between trees I stand
feeling strong wind drafting
then swirls, blow all leaves
all over, exposing secrets
hidden for a very long time
coins, balls, cans, bottles
we are careless, littering
a jungle of trash all over
i won't dare walk across
what happen here, we become
lazy, inconsiderate American
we just throw anything out
of our car window, who doesn't
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