A filthy pond, exposed to the merciless sun with weeds and
stickers surrounding it
Litter and household castoffs line its entire shore and fill
its slimy green water
Too close to the smog-belching, constantly-roaring traffic
jam called a freeway
Too easy for those criminal disposal trucks to visit late at
night
A sad little pond, but well-suited to hold many empty beer
cans
Sometimes a pair of dirty dish water ducks somehow still bob
upon it
Too small and unimportant for us passing daily by, upon our
hurried ways
Nonetheless, a good place for lost youth to go and get
really blown away
Algae-filled home to a couple of mutant and air-gulping carp
Washed into by every manner of foul runoff with each and
every dirty rain
Not even on our social radar given our much more pressing
economic issues
As easily overlooked as the homeless misfits we gingerly
step over every day
It’s care falls permanently between the cracks, just like
the multi-generational poor
A lost shopping cart leans green and now only
half-submerged, close onto the shore
A deformed frog with a disfiguring skin disease croaks in
vain for a mate
This festering leper holding up a tiny dirty mirror to our
progressive and bustling city
Not even in a bad part of town, but, nonetheless, entirely
without a social safety net
Protected by a falling down fence, Poison Warnings, No Fishing
and No Swimming signs
That is, not suitable for our kids or puppies, but yet, not
worthwhile enough to be cared for
A filthy pond that exposes a small flaw in this whole living
outside of nature campaign of ours
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