June 15*

Washington butter clam

scrumbling through sea rocks
wedged in centuries of shell shards
lurking slimy and spined
critters of the muck
and the odd steamer
               popped in the bucket

the clam scent
almost like sex
into our fingers
and later
down our tongues

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
Washington butter clam photo

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