Walking bent over
hands behind my back
the shape and color
of a fossil shark tooth
foremost in my mind
keeping my feet
just outside the strand line
separating the weed
and modern shell
from the killing mouth apparatus
last used 30 million years ago
on hapless fish
Calves burnt
and a fist full
under a red sun
I end a day well spent
riding home
with a piece of old Earth
in my pocket
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