Along Long Island Sound
On dry sand
seashells like ivory,
attract the eyes of young wanderer.
On barefoot,
searching amid fragments
of the ones so raveged by sandstorms.
Gently brushed
by the afternoon breeze,
he stoops down and touches them with wonder.
These pretty
seashells have spots and lines...
they are found along Long Island Sound.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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