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.