Shells

These rocks pool Mussel shells, plum blue Still streaming wet: a harvest. Within the cove's curved arm A razor shell, on edge - Candid, in sand. Periwinkles Paddled by hermit crabs, sea - Cells propelled in strange shallows. On the white decks Of boat shells, ghos""y crews: Shipwrecks pile up On each other. Spindle shell, a mote rolled up - Least shell, A salty grain in the absolute Space of a hand.