The oystercatcher drills and drills
at the shell like a tarry road builder;
at it and at it on a diagonal, pneumatic
succulence, cut and fill. The red light
bill arrests traffic. The crab-orange
eye ring a railway bell, the air
crossed with clang clang.
I should have obeyed
the rules of the tide road. Waited for his
up nod; given him the index finger.