I Am Not As Innocent As the Small Bird Who Sits On Her Nest On the Ground

Next to where I work where they make electric cars Where they used to make gasoline powered cars and trucks near where groves and groves of orchards once grew The small birds now nestle their young like penguins in the Antarctic on the ground just because they are more afraid of the polluted air than of the natural wildness that once was. Or maybe it was I who never took notice of their plight. The Shore birds such as plovers, terns, avocets and sandpipers of which I never took any time to notice much. How I consider it so strange to just notice them now. Almost like a Michener novel. Blue blue like a Wallace Stegner novel, an angle of repose some angle of least resistance that occurs when you are trying to relive the guilt behind all the engineering terms that built this one and holier than god parade that built itself up to carry all of life And the moon and the stars above. And all with beautiful magnificent writing. For some reason. Peace!