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sea glass

 

this is a glossy leaf 

that looks like glass.

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like the sheep I count 

from the comfort my bed 

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or from a bed of grass 

 

It’s sea glass I was told. 

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so I believed. 

because as far as I could see 

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nature’s anomalies we’re millennials old, 

 

written on the face a broken stopwatch- 

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on the brink of a lie 

of belief, of deceit- 

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but once turned, 

crushed my fantasy of conceited defeat 

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– why couldn’t I simply believe? 

that this glass comes not from the sky

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but from the sea