Sea Glass

statue-lined front street, a backdrop for our summer

adventures as pirates pilfering the coastline 

     collecting sand smoothed pebbles and pieces of glass

               that we pocketed without a second thought 

         hours in the sun, skin burning, faces flushing, caps pulled low 

over sticky foreheads      we’d dip in the sea

soaking our shirts in saltwater, skimming stones in the break 

bits of bottle-green and blue-bundled in our shorts as souvenirs

they still sit on my bedroom shelf 

those sand-softened shards

showering deep-sea rainbow reflections 

across my walls, they glitter 

in the golden-hour light, glancing, dancing 

in a dazzling display