Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Oyster

Damn sand,
Every damn day,
No matter how lustrous,
No matter how valuable,
Still, nothing but sand,
Until a pearl of great price,
My price, mind you,
Pops forth from the ooze
Hidden inside this ugly, gray rock
Of a shell, my home.

How would you like
A pillow of sand?

Eat me!

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