A Clam Shell in the Park

How far away from home it seems.

It’s been dead for a long time.

To find its shell in the park

Far from any river or ocean.

Mostly black with some white

Bleached part of its edge.

Wonder what happened to its mate

Is it still buried in the river?

Did a crab find it for a cover?

What mystical adventures

Its other half might’ve had.

But for now it sits, an anomaly

For all the trees and bushes.

Near mud and dormant grass

Waiting for a collector, curious

As to its watery origins.

 

©2017 Valerie Hathaway

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