Recycling
I heave the window up
Clouds flee by like ghosts
How old is the rain
Trapped in the endless cycle of recycling?
Tomorrow's shower…did it fall
On a Pharaoh's head?
Our oceans swill around in the cargo hold of gravity
Coral reefs loosen their grip of pulsating life
Remember when cars were fewer, people were less?
Listen. Do starlings complain
When we poison the air they breathe?
On a hay wain to destruction
We roller coast on the road to climate change
Trees scratch at the sour air
Like drowning sailors
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