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there was a great white wave
sterile in its opulence
crashing down upon
white sand
draining out to the
white dunes
underneath the white bellied
fish not yet awake

there were shoes
white or off white
against white pavement

back then
right now

all the vagrants
white beards
white roads and white streets

just listen
to the sad songs
full of church bells
and plane engines
and know
the seat isn’t empty
the seats aren’t empty
they’re occupied
by sheets
little white pieces of plastic
all ready for the ball
masquerading for the white whales
that watch like moving tombs

white bonnet