exceptionally crazy weather
super spring high tides
reveal treasure
Pseudolimea Duplicata
a jurassic bivalve
{it is handy when one of your knit club friends
has a husband interested in palaeontology}
and a memory of an Ogden Nash poem
At midnight in the museum hall
The fossils gathered for a ball
There were no drums or saxophones,
But just the clatter of their bones,
A rolling, rattling, carefree circus
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas.
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses.
Amid the mastodontic wassail
I caught the eye of one small fossil.
"Cheer up, sad world," he said, and winked—
"It's kind of fun to be extinct."
