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Sea Glass
Jaded only by surging saltwater
Jul 21, 2020
While worshiping at
the beach this Sabbath
strolling for epic insight
sand crunching,
seagull screeching
tide-chasing-my-toes
meditation
trusting the shore’s
whistling white noise
would tickle
my brain with the right words
the building blocks of semantics
to pen the mother of all poems—
the Loch Ness of all sea glass
surfaced through wet sand
the Universe manifested
this Grand Poohbah of broken bottles
jaded only by surging saltwater
sand and time
this offering
the lush color of life
to fit into my
palm like
your little boy hand —
and I remembered and accepted.
