
Ode to My Shell
At first you called me by tickling my foot.
You begged for me to take you and
promised to leave once I figured out your riddle.
I took you in.
Your riddle still confuses me.
Your so soft and smooth
And as white as a pearl.
You wish to be a gift to someone?
A special someone?
That'll do, fair enough.
You sit in my drawer, whispering your riddle all day.
I can't place my finger on your voice either, such a tricky shell.
I guess I'll find out soon and you'll be on your way.
Moving out and about.
You are my nomad shell.
Nameless, pearl white, cloud-like, and an anonymous voice with a
riddle.
I can't wait when you decide to travel once more.
by Anthony Cody Jr.
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