Counting Cowries

Here on this shore
Where you are not
I should be counting cowries
How many I must pay
That air of various tastes
And vibrancies between
From jasmines to roses
And scents of salt.
They wait there, quietly
Accusing my inaction.
I smile my diffidence
These shells are ignorant
And cannot tell me that
You are not there
In jasmines and roses
And scents of salt.

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