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.