Oysters
razor sharp
washed by water soft and warm
The rope it hangs
smooth with slime
rots.
Oysters
razor sharp
washed by water soft and warm
The rope it hangs
smooth with slime
rots.
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Oysters are fascinating creatures as your photo shows. Charming poem, Irene.
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Thanks Sharon. They are not something that I would eat but Roger loves them and takes them off the rocks or whereever he finds them.
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