a neon green X
is spray painted on the trunk
of a majestic oak tree
each day it sits
and waits
impending doom
of an incoming safeway
a girl drives by
-a vegetarian in a hybrid
complains on the phone
about the dangers of global warming
and fails to notice
the little oak tree
a year has passed
the little oak tree
-gone
a log or a notebook somewhere
the same girl enters the safeway
buys some fluorescent light bulbs
-she's saving the environment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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