Disturbed Lakes
Usually crisp
blue-
A still
glass floor at first light.
Reveals
nature’s mirror.
Pure water
ripples
No more. Once toxins engulf,
Breaking
reflections.
Strange
trash trespasses,
Chocking beauty and life gone.
Now a murky shell.
Water spun to ash,
Bleeds venom through the wild
To the tap
to drink.
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