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?
Purple Pennies 