Inspired by a small, roped-off and protected stand of sea oats

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Above the tides the sea oats stand,

frail fossils of a quiet day.

In guarded dunes and evening sand,

their final numbers on display

to guide a guilty memory

through scarring from our reckless past,

to present’s empty legacy

where each caged sample is the last.

We careless reaped the fragile grains

‘til only human chaff remained.

By Jonathan Dyer

From: United States

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