let the ocean ground
my poems into sand,
curse the salted bird!
my senses are sharp reflections
my senses are sharp reflections
diamonds of sun on water.
putting them back together,
I cut my fingers on shards of thoughts
I cut my fingers on shards of thoughts
to think like a rock tumbler!
a body of water callous to broken bottles,
I will keep them in my head
a body of water callous to broken bottles,
I will keep them in my head
until they are polished
and then I will put my sea glass
into a lamp
and then I will put my sea glass
into a lamp
made out of a jar,
beside my bed.
beside my bed.
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