6/1/2022 – the dirt that is today

The babbling brook that runs along
The road that I call home
Does often sing a quiet song
When it thinks it’s alone

It sings of saplings growing there
Upon the river’s bank
So too it sings of cleaner air
Before the land so stank

And though it flows out to the sea
And passes much that way
First it laments of ‘now’ to me:
The dirt that is today

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