I'm Mr. Blue

I ate blue fish once. I did not ask for seconds. My  foodie friends tell me that blue fish are delicious if cleaned correctly and eaten within two hours of removal from the briny deep. This is information I might never have the opportunity to use.  Anyway, I was thinking of bluefish, all fish actually, when I removed a number of blue plastic items from the sidewalks stretching from St.Paul's to Selva. These pieces
, possibly, would have made their way into the Atlantic to be converted into microplastics or poked up turtle's noses. Sadness.

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