Just A Shell Story
written by: Emalisa Rose
bipartisan winds
confiscate all we’d
collected; our bouquet of
shells reconnects with the
waves that delivered them
but seas never sleep,
even when moons shut
their eyes to the seeking
ones..stirring that edge
that we dawdle for purely
the need of the self
affirmation, if but in the gift
of a rippled edged cockleshell.
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