save the planet

the young man, at the door
wants to talk
about the environment. he's neat
and clean
in a plaid shirt, a beard
just born.

he could almost pass

as a mormon.
he holds a packet of information,
a phone,
something else.
a pen is in his pocket.
his enthusiasm
throws light into the room.
he wants to talk
rivers and streams,
pollution, what you can do
to bring things
back to they way they were.
you do too.
but you're in the middle of
eating dinner
and you don't have time
right now to talk about

bottles and cans,

plastic bags and farm raised

salmon, so you hand him
ten dollars and send

him on his way.

happy that someone is working

on things.