Custodial Duties
Plastic black tires roll over brown and yellow
sand. A little boy pushes his toy dump truck
across the beach. He’s collecting seashells.
as he passes, I chance a look into the back
of his trunk, trying to catch a glimpse of
the beautiful haul. In its back were all the
ugliest black and white shells you’ve ever
seen. I couldn’t admire the beauty of those
shells but I am still in awe of the purity
of that kid’s soul–cleaning the beach
of all the ugly shells and leaving pink
and yellow beauties for the rest of us
lazy collectors.
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