Colors Of The Stones

walking along the beach
one morning when the seagulls are feeding
i tread upon colored stones
of different sizes
too pleasing to my eyes
that i couldn't pick any
or i pick one
i will be obliged to pick them all
and load myself
with such a beautiful burden
that i can no longer
carry

like all solutions to this indecision
i watch and just keep on walking
amazed and too light
like a bird on its wings

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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