Slogging through mudflats
at the edge of the brown bay
looking for clams, for
the secrets they keep,
all clammed up as some might say,
as if I would find
instructions on how
to love you better and find
a clear flowing tide.
September 3, 2010 4:23 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.