The moaning howl of the tempest through the tall white pillars
Sorrowful in its agonizing drone, progress’ latent reminders skip along the shore.
Plastics, they add a new sound too natures mesmerizing tunes.
Why have we come this far? From one with all now too conquer with the garbage we spread
Sometimes I wonder if we deserve this or did we just move here from some other ghetto planet.
Natures lonely howl sending Styrofoam convenience tumbling on a desolate shore.
There aren't any untouched frontiers, free from selfish waste, there are none.
Author notes
walking down the beach in a wind storm.
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