So we inherited a little dump on the Creek property.
Someday we hope to do something about it, but until then, Spring moves right in without any comment at all. Nature doesn't know this is a dump. What does it care? The earth really doesn't have any thoughts about pollution and will not cry because of it. Environmentalism is for humans, not the earth.
sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
--e.e. cummings
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