Glass
Beach
The glass on Glass Beach lays
cool on the tongue
Of Isabel Segunda, scattered west
from Ferry Point
Past the foot of Calle Muñoz
Rivera
Where two flagging backpackers
make themselves
At home in the shade of the pastel
pavilion
Flaking in the heat of the
morning sun
Soothing sounds of foreign words
Jagged notes bitten back by a
sea at peace
With a combative shore
Content to usher us along to
hush music
Playing beveled green beneath
our feet.
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