My Anarchist Talks While I’m Driving
(I’m Tired But She’s Thriving–)
Beside Pylons and Flooded Plains Near
not my photograph…
Marshes, Culverts, and Clear, Past Exiled
Gulls, Veils of Oil, Sooty Dancers
and here’s a “before” and “after”…
And Streams are Sometimes Enough
We Must Do Something But What,
She Asks. Pheasants Fly into Ditches;
Fields Bubble and Broaden. The Unknown
Future Awaits Wrapped in Itself Like
A Larvae, Almost Alive and Awake
From reading this, you can see how avid, how into conservation this poet is, she talks of the importance of respecting nature, which is what modern day man lacked these days, and it’s because of this LACK of respect toward Mother Nature that’s caused Mother Nature to send her wrath all over the world, take a look around at the number of natural disasters that’s happened, they may be “natural” in essence, but if you look deeper into them, you will find, that humans had contributed to the causes of these disasters, and the poet is bringing about more awareness to the environment with her poems.
Life, the Obstacle Course 