Feeling trapped
and trying to escape
the creep and grab,
the sludge and grime
of petrochemical dependence,
we naturally long
for up and out
but it's a slippery slope
and we wonder now
if the idea of wholeness and recovery
toward which we strive
is simply an illusion,
colored by our longing --
like the poor souls
who see Elvis in a dishwasher
and take it for proof
that he is still alive...
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2 comments:
I like both the image and the words a lot. Perhaps something for Poets for Living Waters?
Wow. Love love love.
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