sea urchins waving their spines
soak with toxin; a very painful
when it breaks into your skin
i saw tiny hands picking them
cracking their shell to extract
meat; treated to be delicacy
took hours to extract a gallon
i love outriggers of small boat
serve as their launching platform
children swim like frogs; gathering
whatever they can; even clams, oysters
i just sit there watching days go by
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A child's world - full of intrigue. Fine write.