Not my sign but it will do. |
You know by now I pick up
Aluminum cans I find along
The way. I used to pick up
Practically all types of trash—
Steel cans, plastic bottles,
Paper. When I’d get home
I’d separate, recycle the plastic
Bottles through the Cleveland
Recycling container (one of my
Two garbage receptacles),
Take metals to a recycler
For cash. Periodically I pick
Stuff up if I’m headed toward
A trash can at the library, park,
Supermarket so anyone
Following my path doesn’t
Encounter a sullied
Environment. I’ve concluded
Neighborhoods that are trashy
Are Trashy Neighborhoods
Whether they’re in the city,
Suburbs, or rural areas. I refer
To the notion as Pride of Place
My banner for what I otherwise
Promote as “making your Paris
Where you are,” though that
May be a tad off as the real
Paris has trash and many other
Things unsuitable for my locus.
There’s no location that doesn’t
Look better when the trash is
Elsewhere—subway platforms,
Flowers shops, my/your front
Lawn/porch. I tried to cajole
Some of that spirit to my Ohio
City crowd by framing a program
Ordered around increasing the
Sale value of the homes simply
By rigorous and repeated removal
Of the stuff blowing free in the
Streets to rest in bushes and
Front yards of the populace.
Needless to say few responded
Positively—often citing my
Personal condition (OCD) as
The real reason I plunk
For neatness. "Can’t be
Bothered—not that bad—you
Want it, you pick it up—we
Won’t stop you—we’ve got a
Life, thank you." The ones who
Can’t be bothered will spend
Thousands to move to a better
Place only to see the bad habit
Attend them in Brecksville,
Shaker, Rocky River, and
Kirtland. I’ve seen firm and fit
Joggers at Horseshoe Lake
Tuck their empty water bottles
Near trees rather than cart them
Back to their car. As for the not-
that-bad crowd where do
You draw the line? Some folks
Have a much looser criterion
Than you. As for those who
Look down their noses at me,
A neat freak, and consider me
Bonkers, it’s because of efforts
Of people like us, they didn’t
See the candy wrapper or empty
Cheetos bag in the first place.
So what if I chalk up my motive
To a bit of unshared eccentricity?
The place is cleaner and I haven’t
Hurt you one bit, no?
c. J.S.Manista, 2016
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