It was not all long lines of connection and utopia.
It was a brackish stream and it went through the field beside our
           house.
But we let into our hearts the brackish parts of it also.
Some of it knowingly.
We let in soda cans and we let in cigarette butts and we let in pink
           tampon applicators and we let in six pack of beer connectors
           and we let in various other pieces of plastic that would travel
           through the stream.
And some of it unknowingly.