by curl of sea, walk curve of sand wet feet make footprints on dry land while combing beach for shells we see to reach, pick up, turn palm of hand and rinse sand off in waves as we walk curve of sand, by curl of sea
find abalone, dig clams and snails put cockleshells in handled pails spot cowrie, conch or spiraled cone look up to watch wind fill boat sails search pools of inter-tidal zone dig clams and snails, find abalone
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Check out dVerse poets where Laura reintroduces us to the “sparrowlet” form…
Lillian at dVerse invites us to write a quadrille (44-word poem) on the most beautiful word in our language: tranquility
adirondacks sit on
porch of beach house
surf flows in, lightly froths
foam over fine sand…
sucked back to sea,
leaving castaway shells.
seagulls perch on pier…
launch upward in lazy arcs
where white clouds float,
billow, accumulate into
tranquil dreams…
of sunny tomorrow.
a poem in my pocket 
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