roses grow from seashells (I)

Ask him to find me an acre of land
between the saltwater and the seasand

ask him not to tread upon the crabs lying
between the broken shells and surf

ask him find out why the whale beaches itself
suffocating between the sand and its weight

And ask him to pick up a conch
and hear of what secrets it shares with the sea

for roses grow from seashells
and the shells are aplenty.