Beach Pebbles Have Feelings Too
BEACH PEBBLES HAVE FEELINGS TOO
This stone is enjoying personal recognition at last,
After a long existence as mere debris or strata:
Feeling the warmth of my fingers soft against her sandy skin,
Relishing the coming evening conversation with her fellow stones
As they discuss the stranger who picked one of them up
And talked with her in hushed tones in the rain,
Washing her in the small lip-lapping waves nearby to admire the better
Her purples and brown, as he did years ago when he was a child.
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Written for ^Rick Parise’s Contest “STONES”
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