On the turf, a coconut Slush puppy.
Receding from any new insults.
Melting with no specific rhythm…no sound.
Leaving in its aftermath…
summer’s last attempt of spreading debris at the base of a hump back tree.
Plastic Nation…this is it.
This is what we die for.
More, more, more.
Where Will Your Plastic Trash Go Now That China Doesn’t Want It?