Sea Glass
Sea glass teeth frosted by sand
clinking their music held loose in my hand
Muscadine chewing, so sweet, less the seeds
walking like a girl who fulfills all her needs
Hair cut and coconut wax scent intrinsic
(the shorter the better to prove true cathartic)
I find less is more as I lengthen my stride
and become my surroundings, refusing to hide
Earrings of silver and sweet aqua ocean
from my momma to me with my soul, my emotion
Sand talks my bare feet into a run
while the silver threads from my heart are skeletal spun
I rip through the currents of woven clear air
like a shadow from clouds which have no time to spare
Frosted and loosely held by sky and by earth
I am my own music, behind my rebirth...
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