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