LITTER

While walking
if she sees some litter
she picks it up —
an admirable trait
I seldom emulate
but sometimes do.
I’m apt to feel disdain
and curse the one who litters
though I do not know his name.
She does that, too
and better than I do.
Mostly, as I walk by
I avoid distractions
thrown on the road
by thoughtless folks
who use the world
as their waste basket.
And, as I walk along
I also note:
there are no road side bombs!

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