shells

shells beneath the surface shine
in sharpened joy for summertime,
and colors dance before our eyes:
the shock of rainbow-edged surprise -

and you know love like lips on lips,
in water splashed with fingertips,
and sunlight searing through a soul
that's gained its way, but lost control

so live as though you full intend
to come, to go, to reach, to send --
and hear the water splash like bells
on freed up toes, and bits of shells

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