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*********** the skies are cleared birds can see their way to distant destinations no longer schnuffling along coughing on pollution its a whole clean new life without human interference people pestilence nor petulance --they can hope river salmon run faster momentarily unimpeded by the temptation of a dancing lure they brave the surface unafraid and sure only worrying about bears and birds moutains rise majestic knowing confidently now they are seen for 100 miles or more what is a spectable for but to be noticed the clouds gather around the regular kind and not the smoky ones usually found in huge cities the sort who seed themselves with real rain and who pour it down upon the quieted earth again and again its all a sort of quieting calm an unnatural rebirth but will humans recognize the worth in this all now that they're preoccupied and resettled back into town where they're all sheltered and tamped down could they finally know what its been like for the rest of the natural world under seige and under human rule? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:16 4/12/2020 TIME/DATE STAMPED (WRITTEN WHILE DOING 4 LOADS OF LAUNDER---ALL OF MY BED LINENES WITH A HOMEMADE MASK ON) AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD... BE SAFE, BE WELL, TREASURE THIS EARTH AND ONE ANOTHER Vote for this poem |
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