Can a plastic bag take wing?
Can God speak through the blue sky eyes of a homeless vet?
Can a ripple turn into a wave?
The litter grows like weeds
Stumbling and bumbling
Debris cast aside like a jilted lover
You were not to be ignored
Our paths crossed
You noticed my burden and you blessed me
I am a creature of Mother Earth
I pick up the detritus
The unwanted and disregarded
I make room for life
Yet there’s one that always gets away
First it skitters across the pavement
Then gains speed
The wind gusts and it’s lifted
over the polluted pond
( Please don’t fall in!)
Another gust and it soars higher,
until at last it gains its final wings
and flies out of sight