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.