she sees it on the shining sand
gleaming silver, then pink,
then silver again.
she smiles to find the
once a gold snail lived within, then
a hermit crab who quoted edna st.
vincent millay — the jingle-shells that
lie and bleach. she crawls
and falls asleep. she dreams of
primeval green turtles, black-lipped
pearl oysters, and a sliver of white moon
hanging over the Shell in the painting
in the sea.
Tricia Marcella Cimera is an obsessed reader and lover of words. Her work has recently appeared in these diverse places: the Buddhist Poetry Review, Dead Snakes, Foliate Oak, Hedgerow: A Journal of Small Poems, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press and Yellow Chair Review, as well as others.Tricia volunteers locally, believes there’s no place like her own backyard, and has traveled the world.She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois/in a town called St. Charles/by a river named Fox.
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