Leave No Trace
They come
in shiny cars mined
from the crust and pumped
from beneath that.
.
They come
Across scars cut out
by ugly giants who clot
the cuts laid deep.
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They come
to see what vast is
and feel the cruel indifference
as it foams around their feet.
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They leave
with abandoned flotsam
from the moraine of high tide
those old homes.
.
They leave
their own flotsam shown above
high tide without regard to the crabs
who dodge it.
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They leave
footprints in the sand
near the foam and roar
where indifference erases.
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The wind
with the water
continue
and leave no trace.
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– June 12, 2007 Assateague National Seashore, Maryland