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Fiddler Crabs
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Published: Sun Jul 01 2007
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Fiddler Crabs

The live ones
quick, pop out
               of sand holes of their own

They dig (and
when the sand
               is wet) roll sand balls
into piles, a semi-circle
               around their hole-door.

In the same way

it’s a ghostly thing, really,
               the way they blow
end over end, lightweight
               and dead.

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