the foreign nation of the gas mobile,
its sides wrapped in steel,
its surface slick and slippery,
its innards thirsting, groaning,
the wheel turning,not resisting,
doomed prices rise
collectively,
each dappled sign
propelling costs obscenely
out of sight.
so when we learn
conservation,
we must accept
profoundly,
god-like reckoning
urging:
fuel is priceless,
walking, running, lost
arts,
and bicycles remain
with their baskets
our only
frugal carts.
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Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on October 15, 2004
It makes you wonder... if everyone rode a bike or walked for even one day.. dare I think one WEEK? can you imagine the price wars that would ensue over gas prices? Americans have forgotten what we were once so good at: BOYCOTT!
Your piece, Larry, is a work of poetic art, the subject, timely and I thank you for the pleasure of reading this thoughtful poem. Good stuff! katy xox.
This is a fantastic write about the situation we seem to find ourselves in on a regular basis, meaning not just the Summers.
I wish we could remember that those other things exist at our disposal at any given time. Walking, bicyling, oh yeaaaah! I remember those(smiling)
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Your piece, Larry, is a work of poetic art, the subject, timely and I thank you for the pleasure of reading this thoughtful poem. Good stuff! katy xox.
Love Tinka
I wish we could remember that those other things exist at our disposal at any given time. Walking, bicyling, oh yeaaaah! I remember those(smiling)
Hugs,
Pier Marie