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NG Found Poem

NG Found Poem

Drilled finger-pointing had not yet arrived.
Agriculture, in protein for our unselfishness, 
Erected concrete roofs, so we looked beyond. 
And suddenly one photo, a world of wonder with
Blue sky miles and light, burst forth with
Paternal, incubated, magnetic stacked rings.

Precious energy of cumulonimbus moisture 
Warmer, wetter on a centuries-old planet that
Holds water plus swelling disaster hours. 
Old pencils are dispatched with the
Elusiveness of some of the things that
Are confined to the efforts, keen to save ailments.

Gut balm and massive builders belt out
Clearly vast dispersants, trying to organize,
Pull, and skim from black smoke in frenzies,
Fleets of leases that do not keep pace. In a death,
Stuck in a long string plug, circulating before
Matters bubble in the straw of shallow telephone stations.

Pilot decisions are there to create older,
Used sea lions that burn every ounce of struggling.
Moratoriums dispersed in three-inch thick slabs are
Highly fumed, toxic dish plumes with the volume of
Highly caustic cobalt blue eyes in an energy sea,
Barriers so thin they will literally jump.

Without these migrating birds, rich naturalist land is
Broken and spits gobs, and strips bird rookeries every 
Morning, which look like fist-size burlap bags.
Locals maintain good relations. This propels them to
Destroy, not ride, rounded out. Heavily hit, some boom
Leaves, lightly oiled, keep changing complex delays.

We saw today, wrecked by the work, extirpated,
Mustered, help did not arrive till bitterly chaotic,
Wrapped like an airboat pulling an old toilet, it 
Tainted and spilt plenty of natural flow from muskrat dens.
Lightly oiled block sediment starves and impacts
Gobs skimming my blue wilderness, disappearing for a lifetime.

Meadows are reasons for hope with living light startled,
Prospering, consciously protected from an avalanche of
Hope for the future. That’s the problem. Dull grey, stable 
Impact on the sea and food chain web. Impact of that
Nation of  illusion of abundance, grossly shrunken
Like a roadblock or a way to our diets.

Targets argue and promote reserves, rebuilding 
Dwindling scraps for an unrivaled predator that
Thrives in pitfall traps, slithers through the epoch, a
Hippo-like creature, created for havoc, a most baffling,
Parched and denuded thing from an advanced planet,
From our future with the population dispersed into islands.

Blurry rapid-fire layers and the very young mixed with
Another famous boneyard, lumbering, bones and fossilized
Spelunkers fly boomerangs at the jewels. Plenty brush by
Necessity and make tongue distinctions to speak laboriously. 
Most of us stumble on iconic details and human essence. This
Satellite diseased child is gentle to field students.

Field escorts safely guide grassy babies to a hundred standards.
Nurseries benefit from increased near-impossible challenges, while
For breakfast, burly and confident, understanding the intimate
Relations of a hierarchy of personal charm, personal examples
Breathe and stop horses in the high mountains despite
Restrictions of deep bread slathered with peanut butter syrup.

UCSC Found Poem

UCSC Found Poem

Weekly Found Poem

Weekly Found Poem