Low Tide rising...
down at the Beach today...
Sun rising...
with the Tide...
Clouds move quickly...
on the Western winds...
filtering and shifting...
Light...
revealing the...
New Day...
Low Tide reveals...
potholes...
filled with tiny Clams...
Coquinas...
about the size of...
grains of cooked rice...
Have eaten them...
in Florida...
bigger ones...
the size of a dime...
You gather a bunch...
and boil them...
in a little water...
throw out the shells...
and drink the hot broth...
delicious...
But i'll leave these be...
how can i justify...
killing a thousand...
or two...
for a few sips...
i'll leave that dilemma...
for the Roundhead and Croaker...
who will eat as many...
of these little Clams...
as they possibly can...
with no regrets...
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