why there are no clams:
strong northwest wind
straight down the strait
four foot swells crossing a high tide
curl savagely into the beach
churning and grinding
rock and sand and logs
in roar of power.
trading energy
from fire
to air
to water
to earth.
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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Just beautiful, Luther, and timely.
I appreciate your word dance, Luther! I see images. Thank you.