heartbreak and misery
castaway doves pick at debris
stretched across the beach
turning white into off-white
and sunsets into nothing
groups of people walk along
waving trash pickers & grabbers
like out-of-control metal detectors
stashing treasure into potato sacks
the fog used to roll in here
like clockwork every foggy morning
setting the tone for an uneventful day
but now all we are left with is this
god-forsaken sun
september two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This is seriously strong writing, John. You captivate me, consistently.
I’m particularly fond of the opening line. Also the last two lines of the first stanza. But the whole thing is excellent.
thanks so much Shawna – trying to take advantage of life forces surrounding poetry
and barges carry America’s trash to China (which is true)
Yes, I have no doubt!
“sunset into nothing”…get ready. here it comes.
thanks for commenting, mk!
my pleasure jdub!