Beach Crab Poem by Gert Strydom

Beach Crab



Running, always running
in the breaking swell
while sheets of blue-green water
rushes in and out
he clings to his tiny shell
before the next wave breaks
and with foam and spray rushes in,
he stays preoccupied with survival,
preoccupied with life.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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