Discarded masks are litter now, on street
and sidewalk – mostly paper, pleated, blue.
I thought they found by accident concrete,
but people tell me they were tossed in fits
of chickenshit frustration. That conceit
I can’t embrace. And knotted plastic bags
of poop I notice near my strolling feet?
I don’t think that’s what walkers meant to do.
(My kids say my naivete is sweet).

(Magic 9)