Rainbow swirls, metallic stains

Lifeless runoffs never drain

Impure ponds from salting snows

Stalks the shore of overflows

Plastic blows and sounds mundane

Flowers untamed named the same

Organic slums where few will grow

Churns and melts and lets it go

Sifts through weeds, combs it slow

Strikes so bold but shoot so low

Lives abandoned, knows no woes

Escapes from jaws of undertows

To be the island, to have no mane

To be the slave of your own domain