I have a marble
that
was first won in a game
of marbles
when I was twelve.
shot out cleanly fron
the dirt circle
beyond our house.
one side
is flat, the top
egg shaped
with a sliver of a
green cat's eye floating
hard within.
there was no intent to save
it. it held
no special value.
but there it is in the change
bowl after
all these decades
having never found a way
to be lost.
not unlike a few
good friends.
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