
The Blues

764.
‘Recycle me please’
Reads a deadened plastic bag;
Deafening, in sedge.
713.
Empty lifeboathouse,
Grey sea. No true fishermen
To rescue remain.
516.
Plastic facemasks flushed
Find the Great Pacific Blight.
Cycle washing drums.
517.
Perhaps I will dream
Of plastic floating, serene
As jellyfish sows
518.
Pushing translucent
Routes through stars like ellipses,
Dripping universe.