Anecdote No. 423

Anecdote No. 423
David Oestreich

A passerby,
precisely where the road
ran closest to the town,

stopped and, having prized
a pebble from his boot,
cast it (carelessly

as seed) to ground
where, failing to conform
to customary pebble flight,

it would not land
but bounce, then
bounce again, and,

as it onward bounced,
strangely it grew
in size and seeming

greatness quite until
it towered in the air
above the town. So,

pleased to see his
once mere pebble’s
mountainous immensity,

the traveler turned and
travelled on to one day
die but never hear

if that great stone
had come to bless
or crush that town.

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