We bring our bit of ocean
trapped inside our veins
stare out at the real thing
so like it was when life was birthed
vast and untamable
even now scarcely knowable
keepng close its secrets
as new life clings
to tiny balls of plastic
in their floating quintillions
a gift from us, her children
1 comment:
If they're going to lie to all of us, I think I prefer McNamara and Nam....
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