Broken Covenant

after the storm rain                         scattered driftwood
starched sands     no footprints     of what once was
       the gossamer blue sails
       of man-o-wars
       gasping in the sun       pieces of broken coral
                                              snapped like wishbones
slivers of tiny fish                       a filmy green bottle
flickering on the shore
               a few reclaimed          a torn net
                   by the ebb
                            of a wave                    a lost buoy
a yellow bulldozer          heaps of spent seagrass
raking the sand
        diesel smoke like incense          a snapped fishline
        spiraling into the heavens
        in the name of the vanished              a dead fish
Place of Mind
Richard Blanco

Place of Mind

Richard Blanco

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