Field trip
Recount for me,the succession of things.When one wave ended,others began:dunes which bristled with grass,petals pressed by quadrants,innumerable shells.Our task –shared by aspirant busloads –was to count and markand chart a censusof snails.Next year, same season,our teacher would waxbefore our siblings.We had passedthat stage – a wave gone out.Would you recountthe successionof things?