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Sharon Phillips

Lost


but if someone finds

the stone I lost

and brushes off the soil


they’ll see the mottled

scoops and furrows

left by ancient shells


lovely but commonplace

the stone not worthy

of catalogue or display


still I hope they keep it

among the clutter

of a bookshelf or desk


and from time to time

lost in thought

rub its rough surface


or wanting distraction

search for words

that would grace a label


laevitrigonia and aptyxiella

silver arcs of liostrea

upper Jurassic coquina