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Sea Horse Mine
Curled tail,
Tucked beneath the horse head.
Eyes open wide,
Seeking plastic inside.
Too remove from the waters,
Sliding across the waves.
Catching folds of water filled with trapped fish.
Holding each life.
Seeing the last twitch.
The Sea Horse Mine gathers balls of glittering plastic.
Mountains of bottles and nets.
Unfortunate straps floating by are last,
Piled high.
The Sea Horse Mine,
Would like to send back,
All the human made trash!
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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