Monday, June 24, 2019

WHILE OUT WALKING

A voice from the ground said
"Pick me up! I am not a small stone
But a powerful demon who, for now,
Appears to be a pebble. I will reward 
Those who aid me and remember
Those who pass me by!" My pockets
Are full of pebbles; this is not
The first time I've heard a hard luck story;
They seldom turn out to be true.
Still, a talking rock deserves a degree 
Of attention nor, these days,
Do my pockets have much else in them.

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