Still, There Are Birds
She tosses the bag of dog shit into the bin with an easy flick.
All right, isn't it? Who cares about the LDPE?
Plastic shoes, plastic pants.
The cars on the street take up half as much space as the houses.
Plastic bouncy castles on polyethylene grass.
Last night's puke still on the sidewalk—
And a corn in it, still bright yellow.
I get home, choking.
I shut the door.
If I lived in the ancient Rome,
I'd be sick from the screams of brutality
And sewage flowing in the streets…
…and there would not have been corn in the vomit…
Huge improvement, really.
Luckily, there were trees then, too.
Flowering bushes, birds,
ladybugs landing on fingertips.
There's always some joy—
if there's somewhere to hide,
some little nook,
away from the world of people.
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