moss eats canvas, fire ants crabs land crabs blue crabs to

crawl up a rope because I love you

a nature poem,  boring for an island which might die crossing a hot  road

and vulnerable christmas children (they bite their shells)

sometimes you do find being in groups is difficult 

against the fence in the sun 

and not much shelter or school crawling up a rope

well we love us so I changed then you changed then I changed 

but it's not a chase anymore it's more like oh, you're here, we are

there's something about - how do I get from the abandonment to the chase? they're not the same
or the plenitude of the weed species while keeping the loss