“Excuse my dust” ~Dorothy Parker

She’s downsized and found a dream home to suit;
a locale she can do without her car;
with wants in walking distance, bus en route,
rail commute; lighter pocketbook by far.

She leads the trend to the lighter footprint,
of the carbon kind, while it costs her less;
she rides express as sexy as she sprints,
and shares with Goodwill her drive to possess.

She’s cleared her closets, and is still well-dressed,
her impress pared to ballerina point;
as air and light, to spare, as turns on best,
and spins, recycles, do not disappoint.

Her every toe-step soiled by some BigFoot,
whose bombs and emissions douse it in soot*.

© Helga Ross 2007

soot: a black colloidal substance consisting wholly or principally of amorphous carbon
the fine powder consisting chiefly of carbon that colors smoke.