Out of the earliest
darkness
On the silt
of the sea floor
Hermet crabs
roam around in the blind black
Knocking
into each other like a marble's click
A little
awkwardly one comes out
With an
anemone on his shell
Walking in little shy circles
Everyone staring
Everyone staring
"Don't laugh! Don't—“
"But it's wobbling!?"
~~~~~~~
"But it's wobbling!?"
~~~~~~~
years ago he wobbled into his life
and after talking shyly
for just 15 or so minutes caught a ride on his shell
and nothing
was the same again.
was the same again.
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