Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Stone

I found a pebble today after dropping Nola at school—small, round and grey, with nothing much to distinguish it from any of the other dull rocks you might find on the shores of Lake Ontario, except that this one was found all alone by the recycling bins, probably come loose from one of the many projects that teachers just toss at the end of the year. Then thinking of all the stuff I’d once worked so hard on and lost, I wiped off the dirt, picked off the glue, and carried it home. It felt good in my hand.

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