Willapa Bay Oyster Farm

If I never went back
it would be too soon.

Walking the mud flats at low tide
picking oysters out of the muck.

They say the mold board plough sounded like
ripping canvas as it bit through the prairie.

Compared to the sound of pulling rubber boots
out of the oyster beds,

who is to say which one
would mark you deeper?

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