Monday, May 17, 2010

Seafoam green tinged with brown
From sand swirled
Up from the seabed
Low wavelets thudding
Up and over you
The thick brine
Littered with plastic bags,
Wrappers, a used condom,
A bloody bandage,
Spit and snot
Churning in the relentless engine
Of the sea
As a gull flies
Over the face of the water.

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