Discarded scrap suspended
in swaying waters.
Flies buzz adventure over oil slick seaweed.
A million remains
beneath the feet
of our endless dog and ball chasing,
furrowing the sands
with dead wings unfurled,
waiting to tread
the tide incoming,
the saltwater swell
to soothe our every wound
in swaying waters.
Flies buzz adventure over oil slick seaweed.
A million remains
beneath the feet
of our endless dog and ball chasing,
furrowing the sands
with dead wings unfurled,
waiting to tread
the tide incoming,
the saltwater swell
to soothe our every wound