Doggedly, resolute the pebble
Under his feet crushed
Took the pressure
Rounded as it was
It did not cause him pain......
Hoping he would
In time lift his leg off
And perhaps noting
Its presence and odd shape..........
Pick it up
To wash off the grim...
letting the creamy surface
become visible.....
Place it even for a second
On his palm
before he threw it away
And went on.........
For it had; through
His long wait
remained underfoot......
Uncomplaining......
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