This post was originally posted on February 4, 2012. I have added some detail and pictures:
Coal-fired power plants are built out in the country away from any major town. I used to think this was because they didn’t want to pour ash and fumes on the nearby civilians, but now I think it has more to do with the kind of people that work at the plant. They like wide open spaces. They like driving through the countryside every morning on the way to work, and again in the afternoon on the way home. In the morning, it gives them time to wake up and face the day ahead, as they can see the plant 20 miles away looming closer and closer as the dawn approaches. It gives them time to wind down in the evening so that by the time they arrive at their homes, the troubles of the…
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A husband now gone, a lifetime spent together,
She has a life, not young anymore but a human being.
Everything has changed for this nice lady of an older age,
Taken from her home where comfort was her daily friend.
Cast aside in such ways, disregarded as a person due to aging,
Sad as the family she raised now takes away her Independence.
From once a baby now treated once again as a child, I watch this,
They wait for her to go, out of greed they seem not to care,
She sits by a back door, it seems her life is left in a chair.
Ploaia ca un tren
Ploaia nu vine,
ploaia pleacă din cer
ca un tren personal,
asemenea unor stoluri.
ploaia are culoare… şi sunet
alunecă pe şinele-ncălzite,
pictează totul în gri.
Fiecare vagon e îmbrăcat în ceaţă,
norii sunt ca nişte locomotive
care pornesc dintr-o gară albastră
ploaia se odihneşte pe umerii noştri
într-un compartiment unde gândurile
sunt alţi pasageri