There is a small rock in my shoe.
Probably accumulated from walking these dusted roads—
when and where, I do not remember.
But on this cold day, my feet feel nothing
except for this rock that has
lodged itself conveniently under my big toe
eagerly toying with my strings.
A resilient old friend
carrying such minute annoyance
but a grave one also,
the only consistency in my life.
:))))))
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