While reading outside today I watched a group of girls move two benches together and talk amongst themselves. I don't know what they said, since they spoke Georgian, but when they finished talking they seemed much happier than when they started. This has nothing to do with anything else I did today.
Also note the rhyme scheme is ABCBA, symmetrical like a clam. I don't need to tell about the obvious clam/oyster imagery here either.
Moral: Sometimes a friend's ear can solve your problems. Friendship itself is to be treasured.
Opened like a clam,
A closed circuit, perhaps,
It faces its twin.
Fervent conversation traps
Itself, gram by gram.
They had sat on this bench,
And the one across from it,
With musings still within.
They expelled all of their grit,
And pearls formed from that quench.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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