End of a reunion. On the seaside table
Lie a few colossal
oysters, not yet opened.

"They taste better if you can't
Open them," someone says. No one laughs
Or bothers to think what it means.

We listen to the sound of night waves and drive
Through the unending road
Of dark pines.


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So vivid realistic, I could see it in my eyes and feel its life! A 10 sir.
simplistically superb..
The beautiful imagery of spring. Your eloquence sings, Leonard. Fine work as always. Warmest regards, Sandra