Of lost marbles

of lost marbles

that wash ashore

on rain swept ditches

of barren dirt roads

landlocked pearls among

the tiny glimmers

of broken glass and

smaller yet the shine

of grains of sands

washed away

the smaller yet

broken body of the earth

the dusty silt

pouring downhill into

creeks and rivers and tides

of lost marbles

collecting near nails

and other bits of rusty

fragments, teeth of the past

reveal their smile

in the ditches

of barren dirt roads