Poem: Conch Shell

mb28-Conch I found a conch shell on the beach. The corridors of life are permanently etched into it. The endless spiral implies infinity. Or nothing. Layers of time converge in a point, and then fan out like a clan of pioneers seeking their manifest destiny. Here someone tried to get in. There someone tried to get out. The ocean's tough love has liberated all. Waves come and go- through - as they wish now. There are no more boundaries.

Ruby Sinreich

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