Writing the final chapter?
No one’s wishing for a nuclear winter, but we’re not hoping for the incremental extinction of global warming, either — a summer of sorts, and a death by degrees.
Too much pollution, too much fixation on consumerism and quarterly profits… Is this how human history will end? In a drawn-out, slow-motion moment of self-destruction? Or will we, against all odds, unite for the common good and save our planet — and ourselves?
where once the brook . . .
have been sighted
near the interstate
Published in Atlas Poetica: A Journal of World Tanka (Issue 22), 8/26/15.
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