Poem: Seashells and Shoes on the Shore (After Terry Sullivan)

She, Ocean, sells neither shoes nor seashells on the seashore.
The shoes she carries are not hers, I’m sure.
For if she sells shoes on the seashore,
then I’m sure she sells seashells too on the seashore.
But she sells neither shoes nor seashells on the seashore.

We, humans, sell both shoes and seashells offshore.
The seashells we sell are not ours, I’m sure.
For if we sell seashells offshore,
then I’m sure we sell shoes too on the seashore.
We sell both shoes and seashells onshore and offshore.