It’s hightime we stopped
wearing flannels
making pickles
and sending rockets to the moon
don’t we know that there
are enough alfalfa sprouts here
to feed a mountain
to feed us all
if we recycle then
we will never again break a nail
children will never die in freak accidents
sickly pear trees will bear plump fruit
how joyful that would be
sipping tea
forgetting our alphabets
finding that the soles
of our feet were pink.
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