flowers of the ocean

somewhere dead petals
flung on live shores
where their color contrasts with the sands
flowers of the ocean
where are your hands
and weeds of the sea
what were your demands
and what have you done wrong
to wind up here
on rusted metal
crushed cans of beer
listening to this summer’s song
under the boardwalk stands

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