The Lexus Automobile
Stopped in the lane to my left
It told me much that is good and much that is
wrong in life.
All that is good--
Its curves are descended from Greek curves
Gracing marble statues standing in clear light.
Its lines reflect the design of gardens
At Versailles and Vienna.
The shape of its lights, the way its glass
Is harnessed to its metal,
The trim of its entire black body—
All tell me of the power of gifts well used.
All that is wrong—
It is stopped but it pants with desire
To race ahead and all the while
Inhaling the air of the commons, and
Eating fuel stored in tank and battery, and
Expelling noxious fumes into the very air
That I must breathe.
Its tires were made from sap bled in some
Sumatran forest, and
Its steel and plastic were made by wrenching
Coal and ore from mountains,
Leaving open sores that will not heal.
Now the traffic signal changes, and
The black Lexus and I move on.
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