I’d like you all to meet Plastina

She came to me, from the sea, in the form of marine debris

plastic bags, caught in snags, I hate to be a nag

but it ain’t no joke when sea life chokes, and trash goes up in smoke


Plastic bags and a mesh bag with freshly washed debris are out to dry.
Plastic bags and a mesh bag with freshly washed debris are out to dry.

I spent an hour, just one hour, paddling along the shore

just to see what I might find, just what might be in store

bits and bobs of plastic and rope

lighters and pens and bottles of coke

a lightbulb, a flip flop

and many a cap from soda pop


The trash I collected via kayak in one hour along the UC Berkeley Gump Station shoreline covers the picnic table outside my bungalow.
The trash I collected via kayak in one hour along the UC Berkeley Gump Station shoreline covers the picnic table outside my bungalow.

When it’s all assembled, what does it make?

a girl named Plastina giving her hips a shake


Plastina riding a wave of plastic bags and styrofoam on her flip flop surfboard.
Plastina riding a wave of plastic bags and styrofoam on her flip flop surfboard.

She had a good run, but now her time’s come

to lie in a dumpster and never see the sun


Plastina in her rightful place, hopefully the trash in the station dumpsters doesn't get incinerated, which is sadly common practice on the island.
Plastina in her rightful place, hopefully the trash in the station dumpsters doesn’t get incinerated, which is sadly common practice on the island.

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