Interpretation

The seashell with two perfect holes

looked back at me.

I crushed her in anger.

How dare you be so perfect.

 So righteous. No emotions.

I picked that shell from the several

in the swirling waves.

It was waiting for me.

And I betrayed it!

LAKE HAVASU IN RETROSPECT NATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY   page 454, summer, 1997            (3^rd place award)

          The sunset seared the atmosphere

                   Like orange lanterns in the western 

sky,

          As the Dixie Bell slowly cut water

                   So all could see the 360 degree view.

          To the left, a plain California shoreline,

                   Ahead Bullhead City; to the right

                             The extended hills of Havasu.

          The boat circled the man-made island

                   And returned us to the London Bridge.

          Our hands could have touched,

                   Our hearts could have renewed.

          We didn’t enjoy it together.

                   You were too busy talking to them.