No Better than Any Other
Yesterday, I watched a girl in City Park
pull out her camera and wait for an egret
to skim away. Patience, I thought. The bird
left. The girl clicked then turned to rummage
through the ash atop a trashcan.
Even if I could tell you, you wouldn’t want
to know, how many butts she pocketed.
read the rest at Sundog lit.
