Teens litter the ground with their scat
on a small wooded hillside in the park behind our house. Their
droppings scattered with less concern for the location than my dogs
show in their disdain for soiling our own backyard. But the area the
kids hang out in is their own back yard, and their waste identifies
them by age and gender. The broken tube of a Roman Candle peeks out
from under a raised tree root, limp and flaccid, it's colors as faded
as the passions which once sparked violent ejaculations of
multicolored fire. An empty tin of chewing tobacco, a travel size
deodorant stick, multiple crushed cans of energy drinks, cigarette packages.. A condom
wrapper lies on the ground, hopefully the only thing torn and
discarded in its use. I want to curse the the teens and condemn their
lack of responsibility, but I know better. It's like cursing a goat
for being a goat. I was a goat once. I dropped the very same scat in
a different park a lifetime ago...Vienna sausages and all, and I had
less concern for the location than my dogs show in their disdain for
soiling our own backyard.
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