|B. Levi and the World of Sci-Fi||
The Dancing Crab
Along the coastline of Rhode Island,
Waves as small as bonsai trees.
The baby blue fog rising out of nowhere,
As every object flows from its cerulean tint.
Sand resembling dirty ivory piano keys.
Standing amidst the soiled white grains.
Dancing the salsa.
Digging into the sand to make a home.
Like a soldier in combat,
Dances, moves pincers
Digs itself into the sand,
Fending off everyone else.
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