Boxes clickclack like LEGOS
escorted by confident cranes over
fragile veins to keep the whole world
up and racing.
The city, from their point of view
a sidebar, has enough year-round jade
for mercantile satiation
if only it were capital
and not growing things.
Traditionally, the city has guarded
all its life - it would rather
articulated bus jacknife all over the highway
than salt the roads during a snow
because of the tained runoff
into the salmons' stream.
This city that cares so much for its fish
is the same city that is making room
for an armada of royal oil drillers
to station among the blocks and birds.
Every green movement
can be whitewashed;
every commitment to fish
can be watered down.
~~By Megan Wildhood