22.4.08

Digger

If I am a clam buried deep, You are
a clam digger come to find me. By what
genius you discover my whereabouts,
I do not know. Tapping, intuition,
planting your shovel with a quick gesture
and turning over the land...

No matter.

You lift me out of the shifting
sand, give me a shake in the sea.
Crack me open on nearby rocks
and proceed to swallow me. Raw.

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3 Comments:

Blogger HighCallingBlogs.com said...

This was intriguing. All your stuff is, but the swallowing raw thing. Got to me.

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23.4.08  
Blogger Mark Goodyear said...

Whoa. It's like the Runaway Bunny turned inside out.

I like:
I do not know. Tapping, intuition,
planting your shovel with a quick gesture

24.4.08  
Blogger Andrea said...

Neat. I know that's a lame word, especially to a writer like you, but that's truly what I thought when I read it: neat. :)

24.4.08  

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