I feel uneasy at that cigarette,
the one that man smoked and tossed
into the bushes by the bus stop
I sit at.
The sign $1,000 FINE FOR LITTERING
records a time past when men
cared for the law and
nature and other men.
My mind drifts onto a cloud of thought
I think I have always wanted to sit on.
The idea grabs me, and my emotions
see the cup of cola in my hand.
Hurling it to the ground in front
of the man, the rebellion
thrills my blood and thrusts my foot
to the ground
to put out my cup.
Shockingly, he doesn’t understand,
probably because he didn’t put out
his flame that he flicked
into the bushes.