Too Late
The crab you think
the tide has churned
up for your delectation
has no body
You crack its shell
and sand pours out
What’s hollow
was heavy with promise
when you found it
and carried it home
ignorant that the gulls
had feasted first
Too Late
The crab you think
the tide has churned
up for your delectation
has no body
You crack its shell
and sand pours out
What’s hollow
was heavy with promise
when you found it
and carried it home
ignorant that the gulls
had feasted first