This shell
reminds me
of a tiny gold rose.
Shaped like
a broken
spiral staircase,
Outside
it feels like
a soft young chestnut,
Inside it shines
like a sunset
over Nantucket Sound.
If I entered
I’d see drops
of saltwater
Arranged
like letters
on an ancient scroll.
Holding my shell
I feel
like I’m climbing
The tallest
tower
in the world.
Brookline, Massachusetts
