Today's poem is by David Petruzelli
The Conch in the Next Life
The time you spoke to no one,
made a fist and years later
Like a swimmer lying down
exhausted, in the sun,
you still feel it, the waves still working.
Miles of seaweed shrug with the surf.
Fossil starfish burn on the rocks
like blaze marks. And again
your breath slips back to tell you:
do not give yourself up.
Copyright © 2005 David Petruzelli All rights reserved
from Everyone Coming Toward You
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