Wednesday, April 22, 2015

2015 Poetry Post 22: Earth Day

How soon could we have known
that it would be different,
that it would be special?
When would the modelers
have written the papers
saying the further one
was a red herring
and the closer one was doomed;
the icy and oily ones were places to go
but not places to be from,
and all the others were non-starters.
But the third one—
that had real potential,
as long as something
(or someone)
didn’t screw it up.

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