Glass bottles

Thrown from docks

Burst under waves

Break over rocks

Rolled in the sea

Tumbled by sand

They run aground

Back on dry land

With edges buffed

And shine frosted

Glass once new

Now worn and salted

Ready to be found

By a discerning soul

Who’ll see someone’s trash

As treasure to behold

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