Trash, everywhere 

In the ocean

In the streets

In the gutters 

In the yards

Pollution 

I am in my car

A car in front of us…

Has smoke and bad smelling stuff

Everywhere

I have a project for dead birds

Pictures of birds cut open with trash full to the brim

Overflow me

I feel overwhelmed

I walk on my block,

Normally filled with green, and shades of all colors, from flowers

Not trash. 

But this time it is not flowers.

This time it’s trash.   

It’s sad, sad, sad.