In river beds they lie
The oyster shells, the crabs, the stones
The pebbles that hang out
By algae overgrown
Friends better than others
Together in all weather
They leave each other - maybe
To search for someplace better
In a dussin years
Or two dussin, or three
Or maybe four, or maybe five
Or maybe a century
They have no rush, they have strong bonds
They lie beyond the world we know
On the bottom of my pond
I see them sing, sparkle & glow
They take no air
They take no space
They seldom rise
To our surface
They're always there
They never chase
Destinies, dreams, nightmares
Like us humans
Alive or dead
They don't take steps
They tackle life
In silence
Without motion
Or means of violence
They still live
Behind us
Unlike us humans
Below our feet
They don't complain
They don't retreat
The pebbleheads
The supreme elite
Maybe we should all dig down
And learn from the pebbles that define, our ground
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