As I walk down this road
(one of many I know),
I pass by litter.
Not stopping to pick it up
(the desire for order)
but letting the messiness of things
massage my brain.
Anomalies break through rigid systems,
like flowers sprouting from cracks in the pavement.
I look up to the
disymmetry of the sky -
whirling in all directions,
where aliens drop litter as art
and sing hymns to nature's lavishness.