The gulls carry whiffs
of salt to the suburbs.
A small boat is beached at
the on-ramp to the freeway.
Three coins wash up at
the doorstep of the governor.
A can of tuna shimmers
in the candlelight.
A schoolboy reaches for
his shoes at the bottom
of an aquarium.
There is a new world
order many fathoms deep.
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