there’s no safe space to set foot
with all this, this entangled roots
broken glasses from windows
covered once beautiful sand
pretty boats are now on land
hulls, full of parasites barnacles
beach full of woods, sticks, garbage
for natural cleaning it will be years
i heard a helicopter from above
circling around like lost, lost dove
they’re taking picture for youtube
for you to see on your peaceful cube
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