What I'M Doing In Polluted Eastern Cape

I Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day Through this time here, I must turn senses away From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes" And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes! II For inspiration, I must remember to look up also Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly III To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti; Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing