Sea Glass
At night it captures the moon.
Like a werewolf coming out of a cocoon.
If we are quiet.
We can hear it split.
Into pieces, sharper than before.
It’s not something you can buy in a store.
It’s a treasure that just appears.
Sparkling against our fears.
We fear a cut on our hands.
As we dig through the sands.
We hold it up like a coin.
Then toss it into the water for fish to join.
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