And then it wasn’t just plastic at Gore Point in the Antarctic (population: 0) but at thirty thousand feet above the Pyrenees (population: birds) and in the lungs of every living lunged creature. . . .
When the ship to Mars has already departed, / and my wealthiest friends have plots in New Zealand / for their children, or have no children, what box / do I put my treasure in?
Even Neil Armstrong talked about / global warming, in a gala lecture, / his handwritten speech revisions / on display here, / Apollo anniversary exhibit.
From the lecture hall projector beams / a phantom glacier, filling the screen with a map of Colorado. / The colorful shading illustrates the decline in annual / snowfall.
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