Stare down

Focus on the pebbles

All dusty – all shiny

Blistering heat

And not much will

So picking one

From all the others

Doesn’t seem to matter

And too many times

I manage to pinch

The thumb and the forefinger

Around the lucky winner

But the journey

To stand up

Straighten up

With any measure of hope

Is just too much

Dropped pebble

Dropped dream