SAND RECOVERY
A common sight in the Northeast,
‘Though often it sounds like a beast…
Or buzzing of bees
Designed to ease
The comfort of some, not in the least!
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Cleaning up winter sand,
With a road sweeper is so grand…
But smaller operations
Have less complications,
A blower, shovel and man!
–Jonathan Caswell
RIDE SHARING?
Coming into work today,
Accosted by two young girls gay…
Asking if I carpooled
To work or to school,
I said I was out-of-the-way…!
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I let myself be beguiled
So easy when the two of them smiled…
Who knows who they’ll find
If the person won’t mind,
A week or two for a trial.
–Jonathan Caswell
UNSEALED FUTURE
On NOVA, the fate of sea otters,
Diminished but managed by spotters…
Swimming in pollution
A nursery solution
Attempts, while the population totters.
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Bringing up pups with surrogates,
Aquarium orphans participate….
In being reared,
For the wild volunteered
And released to repopulate!
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The challenge is to carry on,
Protected, the otters are almost gone…
Only one of five
Released survive,
So many things can go wrong!
–Jonathan Caswell
ONCE A LEAF
He saw it there on the ground,
Not moving, not making a sound…
It was rather grey,
It’s legs out-splayed
In a sad place to be taken down.
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It had legs, tail and a shell,
For a dead thing it seemed preserved well…
“Did I, in parking
And disembarking
Last night, cause this poor creature ill?”
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He got out of his car in grief,
Thinking himself sinner-in-chief…
Pushed it with his toe,
From this angle you know
It really was just a leaf.
–Jonathan Caswell
