Seashells

Frothy waves crash
against the shore.
My feet sink
into the soggy sand,
squishing
between my toes.

Sun warms my back.
I crouch down
to gaze at
my new finds.

Spotted ones.
Knotted ones.

Spiny ones.
Shiny ones.

Each, a past
unknown.

Empty houses
that finds
a home
with me.

Hold one to your ear.
Hear the whispers
of a lost friend.

They will tell you
their story - the
secrets of the sea.

Listen.