2 November 2008


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

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