washing up my stems and stairs
dragging my beaches rowdy bare naked
2 days ago
I "rescued" in my mind, jabbing a finger down on karmic superstitions
an overturned crab, resigned
then struggling vigorously on its back sawing the violins once lifted
shell's complexion pink rhododendron
no bigger than a child's bracelet
scooped in my right palm atop a boule of draining beach sand
as soon as
it was righted that
crab dug fast backwards
into flooded corrugated pudding
a million planets per square inch
we walked the tidal sands of Scituate, Mass north from Egypt Beach
on alert
lifeguards forever