the smashed glass bits and pieces
of it smiled up at him from the road through and in between the sodden leaves who
were enjoying their last hurrah before the air and sun dried them and they were
crushed by car tires and footfalls and dispersed like ash by soft breezes
We were a bottle once they chorused
A Lagunitas they agreed
Thats a good beer
Yes
Then we were emptied and smashed
Weve probably
flattened a half dozen tires
Are you smiling brightly because
of the tires youve made flat
We made flatWe didnt smash ourselves
We were a happy community
We were happy having a purpose
What purpose have we now
they had a point
Okay Then why the brightness the jewel-like glittering It was one of my kind that smashed you
You shouldnt assume that
responsibility They were unlike you
After all youve paused to talk
with us
Well I have an affection for the
inanimate
You do And most of your kind as you say do not
Well most of my kind are thoughtless
Then all the more the reason not to
shoulder we can say their sin and shame
Ahwell Ignorance knows no bounds
You are not ignorant
I am not And if I find I am I try to
rectify my ignorance learn my error and not make that mistake again
Living life should give us that
It should We agree
Well then We have an agreement
Yes
he bent and gathered their bits
and pieces in the cup of his hand and curtailing his walk he returned home and
scattered them on the potted soil at the feet of Iggy the Fig
he made them Iggys guardians
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