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Not trying to steal anything, just the picture it painted for me

Posted to Action Poetry




Poetry - blue beach glass
that can't be true. Green grass?
No, it's broken beach glass
Heated up
Cooled down
Far too fast

Maybe not blue
Maybe no color at all
At times not even clear to the person
who steps on it

Heated, cooled, back and forth
And it's smooth
refined
real fine
like sand

or raw, and rough
like the scales
of the dead fish-

All washed up
All on the shore