Plastitution

 

Descending out of the car, still dark,

I pull out the trolley from the baggage.

A Tripod, a camera, black coffee, hot water.

 

The Smell of the sea, the shattering of the waves, a creak of a trolley.

 

Walking in the improvised trail,

My foot strikes an abandoned bag,

My hand is halted by the remains of an encounter.

 

The Smell of the sea, the shattering of the waves, a creak of a trolley.

 

Shaking the sand from my bruised hands

Sitting in the regular corner,

The protest of shells is heard beneath my feet,

I pull out a tripod, I turn on a camera.

 

The Smell of the sea, the shattering of the waves, silence of a trolley

 

Watching the beach,

Amazed, relaxed, saddened.

Shoving my hands into blue plastic  

Collect.

 

The Smell of the sea, the shattering of the waves and a trolley.

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2016