My Last Doorsite: http://www.anhinga.org/index.html
Gulf Shells
form sand dunes
when their hearts break,
hold firm lips together
in muscular kisses
until one midnight
moonlight seduces them
and the lodgers slip out--
Gulf shells wink at children
in sunlight; frustrate
the fussy gulls;
hold hors d’oeuvres,
memories, grit, or pearls;
outline shower
curtains and towels
in chic catalogues.
Gulf shells define a beach
I’m on my way to--
they cut and cleave,
clutter shoreline as they please,
exhibit the lines water wears--
salty markers of
my wet and windy age.
