• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 07
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Clearing Litter

The beach was landfill,
trailed with trash
and trashy novels;
a holiday, some getaway.

She had to get away
so found her way, away
from salted flow
to a parched bark path

where sea breeze skimmed
over sun drowsed flags.
And, there beneath an uneven roof
upon a wall of broken bricks

a burnished, spray-painted chimera
took an illusive breath
over the dark, fresh, hope
of compost growth.

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