Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume Two Issue Three
Kimberly E. Ruth
The Art of Clamming
It was fun, then,
squishing our toes
in the mud and
creating a whirl-pool
of black.
We destroyed many
homes that summer
in our one-piece
bathing suits.
Mom and Dad waved
at us from the sand,
Dad with a mini-pitchfork
in his hand,
giving us a thumbs up.