Monday, December 10, 2012

Angela Moore

They say there is a drought in California.
Yet everywhere I see people watering lawns.
Sprinklers shower sidewalks and cars instead of plants.
At the first drop of rain the complaining begins.
Dear God I hate the rain, when will the sun come out?
A man is serving his thirty day jail sentence
And forced to pay a fifteen thousand dollar fine
Just for collecting rainwater and snow run off.
Instead water runs down driveways and into streets.
Water rushes down gutters and into storm drains
Delivering garbage and toxins to our sea.
Still we refuse to see ourselves in the cycle.

2 comments:

  1. So true. You accurately portray the balance of attitudes about sun and cloud. The underlying theme of waste and poisoning the earth with garbage and uncaring makes your poem sad, since it's all too true.

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