Marble

I found a marble

In the school yard

As I walked my dog

In the morning rain

It is a clear glass marble

Intersected with planes

Of orange, white and green

A beautiful marble

I put it in my marble bag

I like finding things

And bringing them home

To show my woman

She says, "You're always

Bringing shit home.

You are such a little boy."

I wonder what I will

Find today