all the refused. we are empty of flowers and we need to eat again.

cast on the waters, all this that
we casually refuse gone
to be sorted by tide, spun
in widening jetsammine gyre
coming back in watery strata, in waves,
layering the shores reminding, breaking
down, swimming around
swallowed in fish, in the belly of water bird,
plastic kaleidoscopic flowers
in the empty vision, in the
fugue-like sky.