Robin
The
robin was throwing leaves
Out
of the water
As
if he were picking up trash
On
the side of a highway
Some
people like to pick up
Trash
and I hail those kinds
Of
people
As
if they were the only
People
living on this faithless
Planet
This
planet that throws animals
And
people away like they
Are
nothing and
I
can see why most people
Act
like they are nothing
And
will be nothing
Until
the day they
Are
buried in a cemetery
With
its hard tombstones
And
flowers strewn
About
like radishes
Animals
making nests
In
bushes put in by
The
caretaker
And
family members leaving
Flowers
by their graves
When
I die I want someone
To
pick up trash in my memory
As
if I hadn’t done it at all
During
my lifetime
Maybe
I should start doing it now.
Just
like the robin.
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