Before the Plow

Before the plow
A cushion
Pliable
Precocious
To soften the view
Create an illusion
Peace
Tranquility

Under it all
Grim
Aged

Leave it to the weather
To weather
Beat
Deteriorate

But when it first comes
It brings something special
Freshness
Possibility

Not much else can do that
Babies
Sprouts

They shot down a satellite yesterday
Carrying one hundred pounds of toxic waste

Shot it
Right out of the sky
Sent a missile up
To blow it to bits
The debris
Supposedly
Was scattered across Northern New Jersey

If it all hit the ground last night
Today it will be covered
By something so beautiful
So illusive
No one would be the wiser

Grass
Debris
Cement
It's all the same
For the first day

Then it's back to
Worry
Concern
Uneasiness

Cracked
Worn
Corroded
Exposed

Beaten
Weathered
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