Let the ocean ground
my poems into sand,
Curse the salted bird!
My senses are sharp reflections
diamonds of sun on water.
Putting them back together,
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
Until they are polished
and then I will put my sea glass
into a lamp
made out of a jar,
beside my bed.
written and revised for Julia Chang's creative writing class at Rowan University, Spring '11
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