One valve, two valve,
Mollusk, mussel,
Shells itself from
Hustle, bustle.
Keeping still is
No impediment.
Buried under
Muddy sediment.
But when it tires
Of life's low lull,
It hitches to
A tanker's hull
And rides the trade routes
While it can
From Kowloon Bay
North to Japan.
-Steven Withrow