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Art, art, where art thou?
Modern art, you’re elusive;
Appear before me.
Is there a message?
What mystery do you hold?
Oh, nothing at all.
Plea to See
observation
Salad Bar Biopsy
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Popular option
For weight, taste, and health reasons.
Carrots, berries, squash,
A plethora of choices
With a film of spit and slime.
At the Dump
We haul in our garbage;
Glimpses of our lives revealed.
Empty boxes shipped from Amazon,
Paper bags from Trader Joe’s brimmed
Full of glass, paper, and plastics.
The transfer station makes it easy—
No need to separate the recyclables.
Bring all in one big receptacle.
The bordered grounds contain our mess and stink;
We drive away feeling light and free,
Happy to dump our stench,
Thinking all our trash is gone for good.
But they come back to haunt us,
In ways we connect with other causes.
Next time, let’s pause . . .
Try to limit our toss.
©2015 Karina Pinella
