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What Have We Done?

By John I. Blair

My thoughts are not new.

Daily Iím reminded
Things arenít going well
For my species.

But this morning it hit me hard
As I raced, strapped firmly in,
Down miles of crowded freeway
In my sealed, air-conditioned,
Cushioned automobile
Through yellow-brown haze
To yet another day
In my air-conditioned, sealed,
Windowless office,
Staring at my computer screen,
And taking a few minutes
To write this poem.

Species approach, and reach,
Extinction all the time.
We try to not mimic them; but,
Remember the passenger pigeon?
Our vast numbers alone
Guarantee nothing.

©2003 John I. Blair

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