Globally warmed,
I’m moving inland
–skipping beach walks
as coast encroaches–
I build sea wall,
after sea wall
as stead
–like any good politician
or oxymoron out there might. . .
finding appeal in hamster wheel,
it’s harder to breathe
–in thinner air—
relentless star spits,
spins,
and
burns,
transcending shine.
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