
It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not.
It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dresse
It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dressed in their Sunday best. They are not.
It is a sunny day. There are blue balloons
tied to the silver railings, and everyone is here,
dresse
to preserve you in verse, sea turtle
ingesting plastic bags instead of jellyfish,
to plop you in this poem like a cradle or a tomb
is all I can do, forgive me, I can’t fetch
you a school of moon jellies stuttering like hearts,
I can’t teach you to tell polymer from mesoglea,
I won’t give up single-use needles,
I can’t dismantle the Great Pacific Garbage Patch,
I won’t sweep humans from every continent
’cause who’d then preserve you in verse, turtle bro