The starfish was in a clear tidal pool, trapped in the pool by the low tide. The children stooped down to watch it. “It’s so beautiful,” A said. B, a boy, said, “I wonder if we can eat it.” They stood up, wrapped their rags around their bodies, and continued along the beach.
Pick up the starfish as they lay gasping, arms turning brittle, a dying constellation
The starfish was in a clear tidal pool, trapped in the pool by the low tide. The children stooped down to watch it. “It’s so beautiful,” A said. B, a boy, said, “I wonder if we can eat it.” They stood up, wrapped their rags around their bodies, and continued along the beach.