Litter

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

I write so much about the finches
and owls and crows, people must 
think I live in an old growth forest. 
I don’t. Also along my morning walk
I find a tossed off beer can, 
a bright blue New York Times bag,
a spent Twix wrapper,
and an In-N-Out Receipt.
It’s just that I learned long ago–
what you choose to focus on matters, 
and what you choose to do about it matters. 
So I pick up trash, and then I write
about trees and birds and sky. 

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