Poetry Corner
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Where is away
Where is that place they call away?
When I discharge my meal from yesterday?
Some calories goin'
To write this poem
The rest is flushed
Into the unknown.
So who cares if I add
A crayon, toy or sanitary pad?
After all, it's gone 'away' - no need to get annoyed.
Except: There is no such magic void
Away is all around
It's in the ground
Away is where my neighbor's children play.
It's where worms work humus into food
For birds whose chirping makes the world renewed.
Away is right here
So please y'all,
Let's keep our septic systems clear.
~GCS
