regret

in the morning, i weigh
the blue of the sky

smoke-free,
no trees burn, no
plastic odor from junk

left by picnickers who should
have known better
to weight down the world

tomorrow i
will weigh the
turtle-churned plastic

tuesday, the dreams
of humpback whales

friday, the oozing
riverbank, the part falling
into the lake
where

i caught a catfish once
and, regretting,
threw it back