Member Poem

Finding a clam weighing more than a quart of milk,
his mind said, “Turn her into tasty chowder!”
but another voice inside him — which was louder —
was telling him this clam was of an ilk
quite special. So he didn’t kill the critter
but, thinking a little, had the bright idea
to take her to a lab in Panacea.
(A picture of her can be seen on Twitter.)

Counting the layers in her rounded shell,
scientists recognized she took her first
breath of water before Lincoln was nursed,
and so he tossed her back into the swell.
We wonder: How many times will the world loop
around the Sun before she is clam soup?

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Appeared in The New Verse News.