Man’s marks are everywhere

Cigaret ends by the bench
On the glacier-scarred boulder

Detritus from the midnight picnic
Of a mob of youngsters
(Who else would be so care-less?)

The thoughtlessly discarded can and bottles
Along the trail by the lake

Where can I hide
From the marks of Man?

09/18/2005

Posted on 09/18/2005
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