Poems · poetry

“Commuted Sentence”

“Commuted Sentence”

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.

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