i pick up shells
universal symbols of hope
swirls round themselves
round another predictably
with a certain symmetry
they encounter themselves
over and over
in casualness and serenity
seeing this
in my hand i know
people see each other
even if i don't recognize you
even if the viewer is selfish
i will always see
something of you here
pick up a black
shell a nero i call it
on hand i surrender
to the mystery
that solves itself
through surrender
---
Jan 2 2015
Sunset Beach
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