Three times the hour.

[alasanon]

Soft in the shell--a reminder.

Memories like shells
hold them to your ears
to listen to the sound
of the past
there is no reality
these things have gone

And if you remember the joy
of a snowball fight
or a lazy day on a dock
and you know you are the
only one to know
then

Put the shells back in their places
and let them gather dust
until they have gone.