A small, gray krill
sails through the air,
landing in a boat.
Flipping, flopping,
flopping, flipping;
rescue so remote.
Movement slowing,
black eyes fogging;
struggle almost done.
A small, gray krill,
now turns orange,
baking in the sun.
Blue Sea GlassG.J. DürrschmidtGet the books Beachcombing