Monday, March 22, 2010

A plateau
With a very large box on it
Or many large boxes. More boxes
Warm boxes. Boxes full of the glut
of udders.

On the beach (in New York City)
There’s a lot of plastic there
In the sand
ground down smooth

How a little plastic jar
gouged out by the mouths of the waves
hangs in the tide!
Ariel is coming
to take it away
if we wait a little while.

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