A John Ashbery take on sustainability; on how there is too much gabbing and no action to stop denuding the environment. The earth in this poem seems to be slipping from our grasp:
So it all comes round
to individual responsibility and awareness,
that circus of dusty dramas, denuded forests and car dealerships, a place
where anything can and does happen, and hours and hours go by.
I like the phrasing, "the circus of dusty dramas."
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