I, Too,

i, too, like
something to
be crisp and
little,
something
small and
beautiful
even if not
original, something
to call mine, something
to return after a time,
i, too, am, a borrower,
and borrowed at the
same time
i, too, like to pick up
a stone
along the shore
and throw it
back to the deeper
part of the sea,
i never like something
that i do not
own, and can never
own,
i give it back, and then
go my way.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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