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.
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.