Conch Shell
I feel the shell’s roughness in my hand
Yet cool as the ocean water
before I plucked it into the suns warmth.
lifting it to my ear, I hear
the oceans waves break upon the shore,
Is this an echo of life within the murky depths?
I wonder…
8/3/2021
Copyright © Mary Taylor | Year Posted 2021
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