The NRI Ponders

I believe what the CNN lady says
And I spend my nights and days
In a redblue redblue redblue haze

The Sapling

I’m sorry sir, but you will just
have to build your skyscraper elsewhere.
You see, one really, really must
plant a sapling here: all this sun and air!

A town needs its share of towers:
I do not doubt that you serve humankind.
But my child will never see flowers
if I don’t leave this little sapling behind.

The Window Cleaner

Soap, a bucket and three kinds of mop
(Plus a spare, in case one’s ill-fated)
And blind zeal that will not let him stop
Till the last black speck is eliminated

He can scrub and scrub without pause
Ignoring the chuckles of all who pass
But the grime will never go, because
He’s cleaning the wrong side of the glass

I shake my head, smile sadly, and walk past him
On my way to change the world to suit my whim