Pollution
Fish are belly up so is the burnt-out train.
In a few months
we may have a herd
of two-headed calves.
The Ohio is polluted they say.
Nevertheless here I am in my skiff
letting the current take me down to the Mississippi
or maybe just to Indiana for some lunch.
Not going to fish though.
I light a pipeful of 'Captain Black Regular'
let the smoke rise up
like a mushroom cloud
of love.
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