we wandered the short beach
eyes downcast
focus intent on the rocks under our feet
eyes searching for sea glass
feet pushing the water worn rocks aside
hunting for hidden beauty
i stopped to grasp a piece and held it to him
he came near and held his hand out
i placed it in his palm
for him to inspect
he lifted it and turned it
looking, examining
he tossed it back into the waves
his explanation simple
it wasn’t ready yet
the waves hadn’t worn it down enough
it was just broken glass
it hadn’t been exposed enough
it hadn’t weathered enough to be
beautiful yet.
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