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Where the tide carves a ledge, a crash dissolves everything, erasing homes already abandoned.
Sea's steel horizon holds still as sand pitches and reels. Sunset is a broken conch.
My feet slope and shift into remnants of faults and ages, seismic upshots dotted with blue umbrellas.
My arch's channeled whelk around quartz and limestone embeds with history forgotten.
My shell-houses brittle and beautiful go home with me, as if I could make myself small enough
to live in them. They will pile up in my face-jar transparent with cold salt.
The smallest wave inside a person can light or extinguish an ember. Nothing but that. [End Page 168]
Heather H. Thomas is the author of Blue Ruby and four other poetry books. Her new collection, Vortex Street, will be published by FutureCycle Press. She teaches creative writing at Cedar Crest College and lives in Reading, Pennsylvania. She can be reached at heatherhthomas@gmail.com.
