Poem — A Sad State

It is a place where the seagulls pillage the garbage

but there are no beaches

to be found.
Private docks lay lonely

while their absent proprietors

are otherwise engaged,

and the chain boundaries

that mark off forbidden spaces

are used by children as curious things

to swing upon.

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Alma Mobly is a writer living inside a small space in a small town; but filled with big ideas.