At end of day, what remains?

The rolling waves

The resting gulls

Forever, until

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Now

 

Plastic bottles

Schooling in the eddy and churn

Washed up or floating or

Brittle broken bits 

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Then

 

Into every open mouth

Albatross and fish and whale

Each time smaller, more

Undying dust settling

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Finally

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The very plankton

Vast pasture of ocean

Made desert

Beneath that heedless rain

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Unless

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What Remains

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