Green Piece I Once the whole world was a park.  It resounded with nature before we took it apart like a jig saw puzzle, before we isolated those little islands of splendor and proceeded to trash the rest. Now the birds peck at concrete and deer are splattered on bumpers. Now we rush to see what will be extinct and hope chlorophyll does not evaporate with the ozone. Where natives camped we dig to disclose again what they knew and we so indiscreetly severed. Copyright ©  1993 Cara   Back