what we let go

7 inches wide x 7 inches high

Think of what has gone away.
The Dodo. Martha, the last passenger pigeon. And many more that we don't know.
That woods I played in. The lake I swam in. And other plots of land changed.
The air now filled with truck noise. And silenced frog voices.
The dark sky lit by neighbors' so-called security lights. And people growing up not even knowing what the stars look like.

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