Gathered over seventy
green lip mussels
from the beach yesterday
yum yum time tonight
still gotta boil shells
open later this afternoon
pry mussels from shells
then bon appétit time
must be 130 mussels in total
got wet almost up to thighs
leaving mussel laden rocks
tide turn was quick coming in
jumping over wet rocks
returning to childhood skills
caught a paddle crab also
in wave tide surge tidal pools
paddle crab has paddles
for swimming I swept it
into my bucket so eat it
tonight sweet crab meat
but oh the taste of mussels
fresh cooked from the sea
steamed open salt milk juice
eaten raw fresh from hot shells
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