and they are more than satisfied,
my wild crew.
Winter is kind today,
our eyes squint at the sun-glared
Sound, happily harsh to our
mole-ish faces, as we go
about our business
disturbing crab families
in their sandy dens.
Two-inch patriarchs brandish
tiny claws in our direction
as the women and children
side-scurry to safety.
We are a family
of mammoth tyrants
at play, our lovely
Saturday at the beach.
