The Sea Hands Over Its Ropes

for every hour there will be ropes 

for every hour there will be plastic

for every hour there will be plastic ropes

 

see the way the sea has

over and over

of handing our hands

back to us

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Lauren Mallett

Lauren Mallett’s poems appear in Poetry Northwest, Puerto del Sol, The Seventh Wave, The Night Heron Barks and other journals. She lives on Clatsop land of Oregon’s north coast.

http://www.laurenmallett.com
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