Wake
shimmering shard sealed to hull
by champagne's cheerful send-off;
drunken shard, wavers to sea,
each bow of boat's, "sincerely
yours" ending one journey and
harboring another, where
salty water slips green trove in
briny cleavage--nurturing
the wake of transformation
Opaque
sea glass buffed in pulling tide
edges softened by foamy edge
of eternity's wash
only to be
stepped on in the sand
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