I don't believe in cars,
he says, putting
on his back pack
and sandals.
he's eating a bowl
of sprouts.
i'm going green.
no more combustion
engines for me. i'm
trying not to leave
a carbon track on our
sacred green earth.
but I may need a regular
ride to work, so if
you don't mind
picking me up,
swing by my house
at 8, i'll be on the porch
meditating.
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