What a wonder is the crab:
She molts when her skeleton becomes a cell
and lets seaweed abandon it on cemetery sands.
Then, soft with freedom, she mates.
Her lover projecting himself inside her
while she is still capricious
before reality locks her back
into the shell of self protection.
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