117/365

Late, Late
iii.

I love you crab.

with your scurry scurry tracks
ghost writing
on sand.

with your flurry of tasks
that of course you’ll
get done.

with your hurry hurry claws
dig-dig-digging.

with your hurry hurry legs
side-step-stepping.

with your beady beady eyes
laser-sighting me, so
enticingly, watch-watch-watching me
watch you
right back.

I love you,
crab.





117/365

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