footprints

[Sorry about this; I have a bee in my bonnet about senseless pollution and disposable goods.]

used to like the scent
of gasoline
on a warm summer day
watch it slosh around
as the guy rhythmically
pumped it up
into the glass cylinder
I’d pull on a stalk of timothy
August grasshoppers
sawing off a long hot afternoon
of childhood

no more

human rhythm gone
machines pump fuel
invisible impersonal
digits click off the price
and
cost is machines
spewing toxins for
on-time delivery
of off-shore disposable
toxic oil-derived plastics
and machines
spewing toxins for
the selfish convenience of
drive-thru pickup of
heart-stopping
fast foods
and machines
spewing toxins for
the inconceivable
indulgence of
individual commuting
through stressful
hours of grid-lock

footprints of our machines
are our footprints

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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