ago,
a sailor
tossed this bottle into the sea,
having had
his fill
of whiskey, or wine.
and now,
the shards of it are in my
hand,
the sea glass
grown smooth and beautiful,
the amber
of it shines
in this summer sun.
did he have tears in his eyes
as he tossed
it into the waves
folding
the yellow letter,
stuffing it back
into his sea coat.
was his heart broken?
was there love waiting on shore,
as he sets the sails
for home?
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