Day Twenty

 

random words prompt

 

When it comes to quahog hunting

I am a non-pareil.

Heyer suppresses a gasp of admiration

as I pursue

the elusive salt rimmed shell.

 

Willowy ghost slipping

between seaweed.

I am pleased to taste the mercurial tang of the sea.

 

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