A Strange Flotsam
A running sea
chokes the throat of a cave
then runs away
letting it breathe again.
Starfish light-up
under a luminescent
and radioactive surf,
then are pushed into sandbars
to dry-up and die.
Beach balls are swept ashore,
bleached fingerbones
lift them over the surf,
plastic bottles pile up
with ghost lips
still attached to them.
Soothsayers think we don't know
what's coming,
but we do.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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