Sea Glass
Old glass bottles tossed in the sea
Enhanced by years beneath the deep blue
Small chunks or shards paper thin
Root beer brown, forest green
Aquamarine and frosted white ice
Bits and pieces of colored broken glass
Worn by waves, recycled by the sea
Metamorphosis trash to gems
Problem with searching for sea glass
You're hunched over, never looking up
You never real see the coastal view
Afraid you'll miss that one special find
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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