Kicked a pebble kinetic,
on my way to work.
It slipped neatly across the asphalt,
and came to a halt at the broken curb.
Mixed among discarded cigarette filters and dead leaves.
Wondered if it would be there,
on my way home.
Maybe, unless a pair of tiny toddler hands discovered it nesting.
Either that, or a forward thinking squirrel.
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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