Shell Game

Shell Game

The wake caused by the passing

Of the yacht
Set the shells bobbing
In the habor.
To my mind they appeared

To be laughing
At the wake, the wake

An unexpected
Opportunity to play.

The sky spread somberly above them,

Matching in color the somber water

In the bowl of the habor.
Yet the somberness

Of the moment did not phase
The shells happy with color,
Blue, red, green.
A wake seldom passed their way.
They rode it, oblivious,
To the scowl encircling them.

Philip Kuepper
(Spring, 2010)

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