Kelley White Round one marble rolling has a lonely sound it wants to strike a fellow marble and see which way their paths diverge it wants to go downhill it wants to climb and know the release of ending that effort it wants to shine in a child's palm if it is glass it wants to be held up to the sun and studied for scarves of mist within if it is wood it wishes for the oil of human kindness to define its whorls if it is steel it thinks of cracking glass and cold but it will still be content to nestle with its fellows in a hole dug by a child's bootheel in the mud

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