Wednesday, March 14, 2007

glass beach

I have heard about the seaglass
found in a cove at the end
of Elm Street. Amid the rust
and pebbles a muted confetti
is strewn. Pick up a piece
for me. Slip in in your pocket.
Later find a place
where the morning light
might coax its dull gleam,
perhaps an eastern sill.
If you think of it, I like blue.

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