These words from you
They are not from the poem
No matter, human
This poem is alive
This poem once spoken
Lives
On the wind
And this poem will live
As long as humans who hear it live
Unless you read this poem to a horseshoe crab
Or Horseshoe crabs
Their poetry will outlive us all__
Foto horseshoe crab seeking breeding sand 2025 under the Broad Channel Bridge

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