Pink
Hanging uncomfortably close to his stall,
The cape still holds the scent
Of other bulls whose sides it has brushed.
But,
It no longer burns so bright;
For days he has tried to reach it
And now he is tired.
“We say to ourselves,
‘Why do we bother?’”
Said Madeleine Asher,
51,
Who pushed her curtains back one morning
To see the garbage man on Medina Drive
Dump lawn clippings in with the trash.
The second stanza is a quote from the following article. I’m not sure if I have to cite my source since this is a poem. But this is the source information:
Schwartz, Noaki. “Residents Say Crews Are Trashing Recyclables” Los Angeles Times 22 June 2001: B1+.
About Me
- LJ
- Even to those without Marxist sympathies, LJ was a dashing, charismatic figure: the asthmatic son of an aristocratic Argentine family whose sympathy for the world's oppressed turned him into a socialist revolutionary, the valued comrade-in-arms of Cuba's Fidel Castro and a leader of guerilla warfare in Latin America and Africa.
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