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Poetry

Heart of Polished Glass

Heart of Polished Glass

 

This serendipitous pebble of glass which the sea has bitten on

Smooth and tempting like a lime drop

This pebble of glass which the sea has rolled and rolled

within its tongue

Every summer there is a harvest

Little ones squat down in the sand

Without practice they are experts in

Connoisseurs of

This precious adventitious jewel of art

This bounty

Which promises an intense point of light

Inside a frosted shell

Between land and sea they claim it

They wash

Bekiss it with the salt

What strange dreams they coat it in

This heart of polished glass

They hold it in their palms

And love it

This heart of polished glass

It has a warmth inside it

Which clamours for the touch

Far away from factories

Its mother in the sea

It becomes abandoned

Lustful

Beautiful

Tragic

Sparse

And

Meaningful

They grip such in their tiny hands

As though it were their life

They treasure this rubbish highly

As though it were their life

They hand it to their fathers with smiles inside their eyes

He tosses it in his hands

Casually

Side to side

He talks of something else

Because he knows its price

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