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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.

Copyright © C.W. Bryan

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