bottle caps buried in sand
like a grit between my teeth
i fear soda can tabs lurking
to inflict pain on my barefoot
wrappers pause as sandboard
knock me off balance, my lord
plastics lodge between rocks
shield beauty from my eyes
cruel people never thinking
will to throw captured their being
it's possible fish eat those things
my bottled water i'm still holding
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