Here in the Sand

Thin ice from the night before
rolls on the waves of the lake
from the morning’s new found wind.

Pushes up against the shore
like a million smashed
green depression glass plates.

Sparkles in the sun so bright
like jewels from a crown
littered and lost but found

here in the sand amongst
the leaves and branches to
melt in the warmth of the day.

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