picking up habits
concerning picking up
while picking up
jay with an eye for glam
i pick shiny human leftovers
from the earth, beach glass
softened by the ever ebb
short stop at the street corner
then up three stone steps
into the sand, crab carcass
splayed, crunched claws
or whole baby ones, belly up
former sea life is the peril i face
but it’s not like i can wait
for the spare albatross or mallard
to finish picking the shells off
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