Shells

The seashells,
which no one seems to pick up anymore,
are more fragile
than I remember as a child.
Translucent, half formed —
as if some ocean creature
accepts the futility
of creating something remarkable;
only to have it washed back into the sea,
unnoticed.

Shells

hoboannie

Mentone, United States

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The day was overcast, the beach deserted.

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