Beach grass
“The houses
of so many mussels and periwinkles
have been abandoned here, it's hopeless
to know which to salvage. Instead
I keep a lookout for beach glass--
amber of Budweiser, chrysoprase
of Almadén and Gallo, lapis
by way of (no getting around it,
I'm afraid) Phillips'
Milk of Magnesia….’’
— From “Beach Glass,’’ by Amy Clampitt (1920-1994), an American poet who spent much time on the Maine Coast.
