AtLast_[07]

>> Shells <<

Shards of color in the sand Scattered Broken Here and there Slippers, drills, western wings Entwine in mermaid's hair.

Could each alone hold back the tide? Fragments, these, of some who tried?

Toward single efforts - disbelief - Glory rises with the reef.

Scars fade duller on these hands Battered Broken Here and there Of whipper's skill, no longer sting Of crime as when put there. Could speech alone hold back the cry? Fragmented, this one, who tried.

Solitary tear drops, failing, Leagues of brine for smoother sailing. Memory's wounds of brackish pain, The salt which brings on rain.