“I am but a vessel
who treads through
troubled tides”
-a warning to the reader.
There-
was paradise on the water black,
before I turned my back.
There-
is a man pouring
a barrel of oil on a boring
bikini clad model this morning.
There-
as she posed in the sand
he touched her with his hand
saying, “Sorry- for destroying the land.”
There-
is a black oil slick,
a rainbow in the sand,
a beach once loved, makes me sick,
I hope you understand.
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