The sky turning an eerie blue
holding it's breath,
counting it's fingers
one by one.
...
The water was green from years of tin-cans,
Bathing in the sun-drenched water,
using the reflection to tan
as the waves weathered their wrinkles away.
...
I was thirteen when I saw the sun give up.
I found that broken coke bottle
smooth, translucent, a sage green.
...
It threw itself back into the ocean.
I didn't throw it.
...
It wanted to be back with the wedding rings,
and sun glasses,
and mermaid barbie-dolls
...
I didn't throw it.
...
It wanted to be back under The Sound,
Where only the eyes of the Sun could see.
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