Debris

For seven days ,the beach
Has hosted city’s plastics
That had flowed in sewers

Flooding its contents in it
Following last weeks rains.
Lovely plastics bloom like

Deathless flowers sprouted
From dark brown wet sand.
Plastic tea cups lie in sand

Like shells to hear the sea
In hollows or make sounds
Like if one calls down God.

A broken beer bottle bursts
From some one’s excesses
Drooping like wilted flower.

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