Crab Trees Poem by John Rickell

Crab Trees



The crabs are red today
tempting the blackbird
lashed by sudden rain;
they have no names,
bought from a super-market
smothered in a plastic bag
Saturday, late half price
and almost dead.
love kept them live,
through winter they glow
paying back their debt,
breakfast for the blackbird.

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