Contrast

The Ocean, flat, black and glassy,

mirrors Miss Myriad, The Land,

nine colors and sassy.

The Ocean, her decor,

two half-filled fishing boats and net buoys,

looks over every scheme on Earth, the whore

of dumptrucks, clothes lines, mongrels and weeds,

backhoes, septic fields, staggered houses,

wrecked cars, pavement, an increasing need

to disorganize and put up signs,

poison herself

and pretend life is better with straight lines.

The Ocean dreams of a coming flood,

a storm to cleanse her neighborhood,

primarily with mud.