A net of oysters
Laughing in winter rain
We cast it
Into the darkness
We sweat salt
Our hearts pulse
Red waves in
A flaming sunrise
Singing, one voice
From many, one hand
From many, we
Drag the net
From dark depths
Awed, struck
Spray salts our faces
As if we were weeping
We lift the net
To find pearls
Where oysters lay sleeping
Author’s note: I am interested in what you think this poem is about. I have had some interesting readings from friends- it says different things to people. Let me know what it says to you (if anything) Thanks! Inky
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