we are surrounded by pavement.
shallow roots and
perhaps strung with christmas lights
or strangled by these strings of lights?
fragile / frail / awkward
we stand in parking lots, by sidewalks
– illusions that the city has not been
taken over by concrete and pavement.
birds avoid us
as if we don’t belong.
2. Vending machines… and their opposites
picture, for a moment,
a vending machine.
what does it see?
when we participate in
this exchange –
money for goods, or not-so-goods.
material profit, material waste.
do you think we sometimes act like
dull surfaces defaced
by thoughtless scribbles
of rebel expression.
but there is a deeper wound,
a scar that we leave / inflict
upon this planet / a betrayal.
sometimes without thinking
or noticing / careless,
without regard (not watching
out for, not guarding) –
we are the vandals, the culprits,
the perpetrators who perpetuate
this crime, this graffiti.