Conch shell
I picked up a conch shell
and held it to my ear,
turning as I did
to look back at her.
“I can hear the ocean”, I said,
and she smiled,
the flow of the ebbing
tide
lapping at her ankles.
I picked up a conch shell
and held it to my ear,
turning as I did
to look back at her.
“I can hear the ocean”, I said,
and she smiled,
the flow of the ebbing
tide
lapping at her ankles.