I have five shells
that I count one by one…
Found during a time
that can’t be undone.
You picked them by hand
and gave them to me…
In a place I thought
I wanted to be.
Tag: beach
11:45pm
Pitch black
and quarter to twelve,
we walked on the beach
barefoot on shells.
Stars guided
our path to low tide,
the oncoming waves
slowing our strides.
We stood there together
in the frigid ocean breeze…
pausing to take in
all we couldn’t see.
AO Poetry 