Pebbles Hidden The Stones

A cheer waves and swirls
in my morning skull.
I stretch and curl – an empty stadium.

Supine, I embody 
the fresh grass reclining, receding
and receiving the shadows padding up
for a practice game.

Somewhere sleeps one pebble embedded in another,
and only an accident can open 
the reluctance of its heart.

Shadows stumble of it.
I open the shutters. 
There sits a magpie.
Someone told me to search 
for all that lost in translation
in the bird’s nest. 
I say, “Give it a rest.”



Kushal Poddar
Photo Nick  Victor
Pebble provided by Claire Victor Lewis

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