Crumpled plume of steam <br>Rolling from rough brick smokestack <br>Into smooth blue sky. <br> <br>Curving blades of grass, <br>Each one a dark brown brushstroke <br>On ivory field. <br> <br>Seagull flaps past, swoops, <br>Circles, peers at floating trash, <br>In case it’s breakfast.
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