While tooling around those old files, I found a few other things. One was this little piece of artistic expression I did at another meeting. I still like it.
Sand crab poetry
(Inspired by J.M. at A.B.S. meeting)
(Inspired by J.M. at A.B.S. meeting)
A colleague asked, “Do sand crabs think?”
I don’t know if they do
But the matter their thoughts caused me to think
And this is what I conclude:
Sand crabs are truly poets —
In the tide they bide their time
Composing lyrics, sonnets, sestinas;
Counting metres and perfecting rhymes.
They might write verse of sand crab wars
And other epics of their race
(Though they excel in tales more personal:
Broken heart and molted carapace)
Now I myself am a skeptic, too.
“Where’s the evidence?!” I hear you say
Alas, they write their stanzas on the beach
And the waves wash them away.
26 July 1994
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