Her Call Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her Call

Her call

Now and then,
Here, there,
I stop a little,
Concentrate,
Bend and lift,
Pieces of plastic.

I hear Mother Earth:
"Son, help me! "

Monday, November 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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