She Shells

the seashells that
wash up on this
here shore,

are swiped up then
seen nevermore,

never a good remedy
for the long-term
bloodstream,

all this stealin’ from same
beach that played such
gracious host
to me,

seashells on a
key-chain,

same keyhole you’re
peekin in, unlocks
the same brain,

paw prints clawed away
with waves, and hollow
graves deep in sand,

come hold
your man,

held a seashell to my
ear n’ it whispered her
name, then away
she swam.

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