A Piece of Glass:

[billy]

Translucent green, it held no sparkle;
edges smooth from pounding waves.
It lay there on the ebb, a memory.
Waiting for life, waiting, waiting.

Along with empty razor shells.
A cuttlefish bone and lots of little ones;
miniature ice cream cones, memories--
Waiting for life, waiting, waiting.

Treasures washed in tide pools
where crabs no bigger than a finger nail
scurried like Spanish dancers. Memories;
Waiting for life, waiting, waiting.

The keepsake kept, is still as dull
as when it lay upon the Southport sands
Now it's worn around my neck.
A memory--