there was,
in that place,
between
where the tide could reach
the sand
and where
its treasure lay
strewn,
the strand,
the frass
of upchurned storm
and wind,
driven to this reach,
beyond the waves
wild ride
and here
stand I
amid
the fractured
shells
of hope
The delicacy of these short lines make this a careful, beautiful read. And those closing lines? the fractured/shells/of hope. Superb. What a preceptive and compelling poem.