A Perplexed Generation
By Mariah Neuhauser, Hour 4
Clinking can, Carried by wind, Flounders through zephyr, Meant for blue bin, Wondering. Packets of paper, Thrashing about, Skimming through air, With wings of wren, Wondering. Plastic bottles, Propelled by wind, Kicked to curb, Wanders ‘long road, Wondering. Nostrils remain uninhabited— Kleenex becomes a rarity. Buildings remain dark— Energy prices escalate. Homes remain frigid— Insulation is scarce. Game boards collect dust— Now obsolete. Our perplexed generation— Wondering.