Along the beach you watch for crabs,
Sideways thoughts that give you hope
In a desert zone licked by not yet
Saltless water, thick enough to tread on.
I am studying you studying her:
Your wife, by lamplight,
Tired of her home.
They comfort you, the homely crabs,
Catching the stick you extend,
Their sidelong society your balm.
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