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on a day out with ladies
a Buzzard's Bay outing
to consecrate acres
for a nature preserve
in a compound of Yankees
that is blessed by the spirits
who came as we sang
or so we were told
we picked a bouquet
of conch shells exposing
their deep inner curvings
all frayed at the edges
by rocks on the shore
they could no longer sound
but it just didn't matter
because they were lovely
in spite of their ruin
Photo note: as above
The conch shell is one of the eight auspicious symbols of Buddism
Something beautiful loosely connected with conch shells