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The Second Coming By Christopher Mooney
maggie and and and milly and and and molly and and and may went down to to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a a a a a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles and milly befriended a a a stranded star whose rays ve languid ngers were and molly was chased by a a a a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a a a smooth round stone as as as as small as as as as a a a a a a a a a world and as as as as large as as as as alone For whatever we lose(like a a a you or or a a a me) it’s always ourselves we nd in the sea
ee cummings 1956
Karen Hackenberg goes down to the the beach which is just out the the door of her Paci c c c c c Northwest home and what does she nd? What e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e e cummings says we always nd nd nd (and lose) in in in the the sea—ourselves Not ourselves ourselves in in in the the form of of maggie and and and and milly and and and and molly and and and and may fashioned from experience and and and and nature made of of sweet singing seashore shells smooth round stones and and scuttling crabs Ourselves as as as plastic bags balls and and toys made in in China Ourselves as oatation foam and and ip ops Coors cans tarps and and Tide bottles Car tires shotgun shells disposable lighters Plastic reworks tips Nylon rope Silicone boobs Candy wrappers In short ourselves as as our our our our trash and our our our our trace what we leave behind our our our our litter our our our our progeny—no longer people but for the most part polymers chains of carbon atoms cast pressed and extruded into the shiningly beautiful awesomely ugly hugely depressing plastic throwaway mass culture crap we wash wash down with our happy meals and see wash wash back on our sad shores—or imagine far out in in in in the the the middle of the the the ocean trapped in in in in the the the currents turning and turning in in in the widening gyre (Apologies to Yeats and a a a a a a a a thought: why can’t the the falcon falcon hear the the falconer anymore? Because it’s too busy trying to to dislodge the plastic bottle cap stuck in in its craw )
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