I see a little silhouette of a clam,
Made of plastic by a man.
Littered in the sand,
Coupled with a plastic land.
Polystyrene and foam balls very very frightening me!
Why can't we let it be?
It's just a poor sea, hassled by the humans.
YOU ARE READING
Polymeric Rhapsody
PoesieA collection of poetry about my adventures in a plastic sea. #wattys2019
