NueTropic Intermodal Group. Pt 1 My Blue Turtles.

My first encounter with my Blue Turtles was
at Shadetree’s gas station a few days ago.
I’d gone in, which was odd in and of itself, because someone always comes out to service my Cubby.
Any ole way, there, sitting in the window sill
next to the door was one of those big water jugs
with a nice sticker asking for donations.
I know it was the picture of the dirty faced child with the big pretty brown eyes that got my attention,
but still I don’t know what compelled me to read it,
“Who really cares to save a world in despair?
Who’s willing to try to save a world to try,
to save a world that is destined to die?
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow.
Children today are really gonna suffer tomorrow.
Ah who really cares…”
...‘Cause I’d already dropped a handful of change in.

Maybe it was the wait for whatever Mr. Sumner,
the attendant was fetching from the garage, but
by the time I realized I was reading the words to a Marvin Gaye song and
began to feel ripped off.
I was a half a mile down the road.

Now I see them everywhere, like a little gang.