I'll post another. This one is a bit older...
I tiptoe on plexiglass
Transparent skin
You permit me to pass
As the waves below spin
And the sea mist collects
(it forms dew my chin)
But I’m dry as I tiptoe
On plexiglass bridges
The sea’s violent tempo
Below is diminished
A cacophony dulled
By this plastic prosthesis.
Now there’s a beach
Of plexiglass sand
I dance, bare feet
Glass grains, cut hands
Shredded body
Safe mind
In this plexiglass land
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