Saturday, February 21, 2015


Ten thousand rocks, a dozen logs
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.