Sea Glass And Driftwood

I see them everywhere

on the beach,

sea glass

and driftwood.

Pieces of Art now

strewn like a shipwreck

drowned and sculpted by the sea.

I see the sea in every piece

of glass.

In it, 

not through it.

I can’t see through it,

though I know once it was clear.

I remember the film ‘Sea Wife’

as I gather up the shiny sea glass

and arrange it with the driftwood.

The driftwood will be my ‘Biscuit’

trying desperately to see through,

searching for her face

washed up

broken 

and stained 

in glass.

Searching in vain

beyond that beach,

her face

well hidden 

as a nun in her habit.

I view my collection,

see exotic creations

made by the sea

and long to make

one of my own

to pay homage 

to the beach,

the sea

and

an old movie.

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