The One Monday, February 11, 2019Friday, February 8, 2019Ken Like black-shelled turtles emerging from underground tunnels, they hide their heads from the rain, scurry to their assigned dry places, shake off water, disappear – but for one blue shell that separates to find ocean. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related