This shellreminds meof a tiny gold rose.

Shaped likea brokenspiral staircase,

Outsideit feels likea soft young chestnut,

Inside it shineslike a sunsetover Nantucket Sound.

If I enteredI’d see dropsof saltwater

Arrangedlike letterson an ancient scroll.

Holding my shellI feellike I’m climbing

The tallesttowerin the world.