100 Green Acres

 I just wanna press dead leaves

today,

in wax paper

~orange & red~

Seal environ’,

with hottest iron,

talk to Pooh Bear in my head.

I doan wanna know

the branch they’re from–

–is tagged for amputation,

’cause urban sprawl,

replaces all,

unplanned vegetation.

I just wanna have

my apple snack,

& eat it, reading comics…

Not wonder whether,

apple’s better,

than other stuff that’s toxic.

I doan wanna hear

the grove it’s from–

–is seeded by Monsanto,

a global scourge,

who’s on the verge,

of making all crops mono.

I just wanna press dead leaves

today,

in wax paper

~yellow gold~

preserving all

in state of fall

Not here, not there…on hold.