Sea Glass (Day 941)

More than 24 hours

of solitude washed up 

on your shore

sea-glass petals glowing 

in sunlight 

faint as lemonade

In gathering stooped over 

nose to sand

a dun and dusty landscape 

filled your eyes 

while rose 

a day shatteringly clear

brilliant blue and fine

And to whom will you run  

when your treasures brown 

and wither

will you thrash 

those senseless waves 

and grind your teeth 

bemoaning 

the unfairness of uncertainty

Or attend the foam-rimmed 

strands speckled with hours 

once sharp enough 

to wound

jagged edges blurry 

now damp 

dreams filling your pockets 

as you go

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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