The Shell Seeker's March

The mighty March winds

Strand shells on the miniature

sand mountains across the wide-open beach

vulnerable to bending shell seekers

who single out the flawless,unique shaped and colorful keepers.

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Are the castoffs the lucky ones?

Tossed and neglected

surviving again through shared imperfection?

While the few favored and flawless

are snached and attached to picture frames, lamp shades and shelves,hung around wrists,necks and carried in pockets,neglected in boxes?