I’m walking thru pine needles I’m a ship in a rose petals sails silver coins

walking towards wood chips then sawdust I’m an enigma on the breeze-
green park

a frisbee flung my mind a disk-plastic everything is plastic

strangers’ eyes averted in my peripheral vision the periphery is promising

we’re all moving in world-circles like a spinning frisbee of death and wonder

chipping at our trapped on the concrete bridge a life-size image of Isis

spray painted there where I slipped and landed here where I buried treasure

you will find someday hieroglyphics and tatters there will have to be bone
beads

evil eye beads I don’t know how else to say this on the littered banks:

broken glass bottles
cell phone boxes discarded
torn paper bags
plastic everything
and glitter

all moving inevitably into dark beer-brown Amazon Creek

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