The Cigarette Butt on the Sidewalk
to the memory of Stephen Crane
I saw a cigarette butt on the sidewalk.
It noticed the attention I paid it, and it spoke to me.
“In the far future,” said the butt, “No anthropologist, however brilliant, would be able to deduce the misery, desperation and willful neglect that I alone imply.”
I told the butt that that was no doubt true, but that not all of us smoke.
“It does not matter,” the butt replied. “I also imply, lying alone and discarded on the sidewalk, that there will be no far future, and no anthropologists.”
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great poem
Thank you,mukul chand! It may interest you to know that when I typed your first name, the spell-checker substituted “mukluks.” I wish the spell-checker would leave us alone! 🙂
ha ha, the spell checker is not Indian, so we can excuse them.