May 19*

crabs

around in the passage
we bait with last summer’s ling heads
drop the rings
drift off.

15 minutes           or half a beer
quick hoist, lurch over
and spiny crabs
scuttling everywhere

females and smaller males
plucked overboard
big males in the bucket
they will die, be eaten

and we will live, in grand fashion

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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Photo Tom Nelson

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