In the industrial hinterland,
stacks belch blue flares,
stinking clouds mushroom
from smoking fires
and orange aureoles
radiate and redden
the sky of our environmental
Armageddon.
Will chimneys and factories ever
disappear?
Will Nature fill the voids of mining
year on year?
Will a time come when a different
kind of steam
evaporates across the landscape,
a skein
of birds returning to the fens
and marshes,
a hopeful token of Nature’s
forgiveness.
Kim M. Russell, 11th July 2020
A poem for earthweal open link weekend #28
This is a re-write of a poem from 2015.
writing in north norfolk 
I was just reading an article about a plan to eliminate all personal vehicles from New York City. Could it happen? We can dream…(k)
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They’ve been encouraging people to ride bicycles in various cities in the UK. It is possible.
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Nature’s forgiveness always blows me away. Loved this poem.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Change seems unlikely sometimes but many people are becoming more aware.
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I hope so, Suzanne.
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I really hope that all the healing the world has been able to do since the Pandemic will be able to last. I don’t think it will but I still hope.
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Things certainly seemed to be improving, but I think it will slowly get back to the way it was. Such a shame.
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definitely a shame
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