It’s like something shiny but odd-looking,
that one comes across on the beach.
You pick it up
– two fingered because of the sand and the muck –
And notice right away that there’s that one wicked sharp edge…
too sharp, in fact –
to smooth with the fat skin of your thumb.
But by using the edge of that soft old warm sweatshirt,
protection is gained as well as a glorious and unexpected sheen.
Thus pocketed, the mysterious find is safeguarded amongst agates, sand dollars, purple lint and torn grocery lists that you saved because the last item read:
“and I love you, my darling.”
november 2010 © martha lee phelps