“I’ll never eat there again, they still use plastic straws.. disgusting.”
As I carry my take out in styrofoam cartons, held neatly together in a plastic bag along side my plastic fork and knife.. Held in another plastic bag.
.
This sports players death was an absolute tragedy.. I’m devastated, they were such a idyllic person.
-Over 150 dead in Beirut with thousands injured- ran across the news feed.. “damn, that’s crazy”
.
“I cannot believe they eat bats, rats and dogs.. the savagery”
As I devour a hamburger that contains three separate animals all slaughtered in factory farms and lived in conditions so horrid there’s legislation in place to prevent it from being exposed to the general public.
.
“I posted a picture to support Australia after those horrible fires.”
“Wait, Siberia has been engulfed in flames for months?”
.
“Oh my goodness, I’m such a flower child. I just LOVE spring and nature! So beautiful.”
Before crushing the spider that crawled up my leg. “Gross.”
.
Why are some plastics awful, but others are acceptable?
Why do certain lives outweigh the lives of thousands?
Why are certain species sympathetic, while others are simply food?
Why do certain tragedies hold the spotlight, while others are left masked to the world?
Why do we love the beauty in the world, and shun what isn’t picturesque?
How do you define important?

Your approach spurred a flood of memories.
Dreams and fears of years gone by.
What words could be shared.
Between pieces of the same.
Are you still the friend I remember?
Am I still yours?
Everything is different.
Aged not through years.
Yet very the same.
Hearts entwined without missing a beat.
Dear friend,
Hello.

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Night sky illuminated without sun,
As drums echo across the skies.
Blood pumping fast,
With rain running into our eyes.
Calling reveille to the sons and daughters,
The devout and the devoid.
Cower in fear or be lost in the thrill,
Our story ends the same.

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Rich smells of earth,
Rising high into the air,
Like autumn in the woods,
After rain softens the fallen leaves.
Every morning reveals the nights growth.
Promising sweet fruits,
And alimentary greens,
Offered in mutual exchange.
Health, wonder, and joy,
For safety, care, and propagation.
We thought us the masters,
But who really trained who?

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It’s a time that feels so long ago,
When you’d grab my hand, pulling me down the trail,
Desire to share your discovery glowing behind your eyes in the morning sun.
Days spent with minds and arms tangled in the kitchen,
Ingredients and instructions shouted over the melodies filling the air,
Hips bumping me away from the counter, because I’m chopping entirely wrong.
Evenings gathered around a table too small,
Nearly tipping your beer as you reach to smack my hand.
We never read the rules, because it was the company we truly gathered for.
Sleepless nights,
Minds happily lost in sweet sounds,
While our hands explored, eager for new discoveries.
.
Today we’re found in different times,
An opportunity to develop our words,
Where a simple touch could have spoken volumes.
In letters without voices
Through phones without faces,
Over videos without graces.
But when tomorrow comes,
I’ll carry you away to my favorite horizons,
While painting pictures in your mind.

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Dear Fellow Traveler,
Tell me about your journey,
The places you’ve seen, the people you’ve met.
Tell me about the sights that have changed your life,
The conversations that shattered your reality.
Don’t leave out a single detail,
The good, the lousy, or the mundane.
If you have the time,
I’ll pour the tea.
Your Fellow Traveler,
Tony

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Nine,
I take a seat.
The morning sun highlights the dust dancing through the air,
As soft rhythms form sweet melodies through my head.
Just past the window a young squirrel leaps between trees,
Cheeks chubby with new spring seeds.
Breath in,
Cool scent of lavender stirs life into my sleepy lungs.
Breath out,
Muscles relax into the soft fabric beneath me.
Nine thirty,
Sorry to keep you waiting sir.
No problem,
I wasn’t waiting.

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They were seen as a nuisance,
Devoid of value,
A mar on a pristine green canvas.
Bees relished in their pollen,
Bird found nourishment around them,
The Earth celebrated their diversity.
They are natural,
They are essential,
They are beautiful.

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