(photo by Dave Brown)
We must look funny to Someone,
Tumbling through the universe locked in a death grip with
our tiny ball Earth and ripping her busily to pieces,
trailing a stinking film of gas and pieces of satellites
and mushroom and dust clouds.
Think of her new.
An unspoiled country lying open in the sun.
Think of oceans of beauty,
instead of scattered puddles,
muddy and drying up.
What can make the heart ache more than a billboard?