By Michele Spector This, our precious planet, Whose seasons I knew well, Protects itself from us, The mad human virus. Outside the wind bellows, And the rooftops quiver, From weather now altered, To voice a discontent, The degree to which I, Only begin to guess. Who knows how human habitation and disregard for the many … Continue reading Earth’s Discontent
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