Curb

The possibilities stretch out before me in infinite patterns
I count and rearrange them, twiddling
Until they vanish, one by one

Some wink out instantly
Some slowly fade
As I sit on the curb
And wonder which to put in my pocket.

Photo Courtesy ofΒ Maria Carrasco Rodriguez


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Sitting on the Curb — 42 Comments

  1. Wow, Natalie, this is fantastic! There really is something about that last line that really brings it home, maybe the idea of reifying the abstract, somehow. Wonderful.
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