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A pebble

Life rolls, in the sway,
the ebb and flow of all matter
Every pebble treasure is from the stars
Who cares?!
 
One time
on the spring beach
I pocket a flat round one
Warmed by our sun
and my son
Sensing a pocketing
asks to see
 
For the final time
The pebble bathes in the sky it’s seen for a million years
on its journey
To the sea
 
did it fail?
 
Back to the pocket and eventually buried
But one time, surely
That pebble will again meet the ebb and flow
Of the sea
 
and the galaxy
again
 
One time
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