Vacuum the carpet under pine
so that forest folk never know
you’ve been there.
Fish out those impulsive plastic
pleasures from sickened seas
for a better view of the bottom.
Wash off that gritty grime
from our sins left behind
by burning barons of industry.
Leave the quiet caverns
be, instead of filling them
with the folly of hidden shame.
Put away your hatred against a wild
world that never meant you
harm, and learn to share.
Then dust off our hope for a green dream
and polish it into perfection.
*Sharing some advice for the Earth Day prompt today.
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?