1Broken Seashells 150503
Pink and white shardsForlorn as they wereThe broken pieces were pretty
Against their pale pink bed
As beautiful a day
As I can remember
Dreaming in the scant shadows
of a twisted shoreline tree
And I sat, stilled
Amongst the bustle of activity
Lining the yellow beach.
A careless flick of my ankle
They were lost to the sand
Pink and white shards
Among the debris of their kind.