the fiddler crabs scurrying about with one-sided giant claws born into cycles emerging at low tide in the muck hungry returning to deeper burrows instinct is their schedule |
behind me workmen smashing metal on metal they live by building carnival rides to cast quick lightning wild down childspines always a newness it’s that time again |
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I like Michael’s words.
Nice evocation of spring.
BRILLIANT, Michael. Really love this, left to right, top to bottom, one half at a time, both blended, like the interlocked fingers of symmetrical man’s hands.
my comment is awaiting moderation??? to HELL with moderation!!!! EXCESS is what is required, ms. vanilla pudding meddler! Get MICHAEL! Get outta the way!