Pleasant Memories from Lives I Never Lived
I walk
beside a ditch, has
various breeds of litter
strewn throughout
chip bags,
take-out containers
create tiny obstacles;
islands in an
industrialized sea
half an orange
peel abandoned among
mud and gravel, hug the
dusty roadside, I think
How sweet it
must have been
The Plastic Oceans -- Bonnie Monteleone [after Hokusai]
