Tuesday, July 8, 2014

THE WAY IT CRUMBLES

Dismissing every little 
bit—of gravel 

with a nonchalant kick 
from each 

of a pair of dusty
eager sneakers—my little body turned  

and moved
toward looming 
sun and streets 

and what
it felt
was surely freedom—

without so much as 
even pausing—
to consider

the reciprocal 
boon that had just 
been granted

in relinquishing  
those humble

eons-
old pebbles.