i stood
maybe half a mile
from a busy
highway watching
a majestic black
vulture with
whitebandedwings
feast on an
unfortunatesquirrel
while a turtle
craned its long
neck toward the sun
while lazily perched
on a half submerged
log in a pond

all around us
an indecent squalor
plastic billowing
distant engines
spewing pollutants
yet for a just
one frozen moment
there was a piece
of peace in the air

then someone in
a lifted truck to
mask his micropenis
revved down the road
startling my friends
into the dirty air and
beneath the murky waves
and reality crashed
over with a its filth

the best existence
is one with no need
to prove anything
whatsoever to anyone
unbeholden to this
facade of civility
yet may be impossible
to ever truly attain