A Man

A man is like the fiddler crab

that scurries around building up

tiny castles or turrets of sand,

on the infinite beach, until

he loses the battle

with oceanic time

and his shell

cracks and becomes one with

the shore, but for a precious while

he gets to wave his claw around

to impress a female and

strut like a lord on the strand.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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