The door shuts to the sounds
of buzzing motors, annoyed
he frets and violently shoves
the trash to the ground
Clouds hold heavy
the wet, the humid, the gray
sopped up blankets
waiting to break
Shifts in the sandy soil
dotted, speckled in motor
oil, he frowns about
the days ahead, to drown
This shit is real
as light is vacuumed
into the underground
seal, flecked with gold
Grates continue to hold
as gators mount and wail
beneath mangroves and sludge
fornicating in the deep saline mud.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Adelbertus Cahyono on Unsplash
#Poetry #Freeverse #Swamp #Mangroves
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