my head is full of oceans
full of plastic
sea foam memories
pass for wisdom
sea green trees
whisper like grey waves
come home come home
trickle down through chest
and lungs and drown and drown
where plastic bits break down
where seabirds soar
and drift beneath the sea-
glass shards of stars
If I only had a brain (Thanks, Carolee!)
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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yay! i am so pleased you got this little gem from the prompt!
Thank you. You’ve got a terrific list of prompts.