I’s

People roll in

And out

Of our lives

like marbles–

Little cat’s eyes.

All round and shiny

Looking at first.

Only when

We know them

Do we see the scars

And jagged chips

In the glass 

Protecting,

Surrounding, 

The colorful veins.

And how do 

You feel

When you notice

The disturbed

Surface?

Do you slingshot 

The marble

out of your life?

Or do you gather

It in your 

Purple

Crown Royal

Bag?

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