Creek Day Poem by Kaylee Finazzo

I’m carrying this pebble is my pocket 

It’s a wet pebble full of holes 

Holes full of Jesus frogs walking on water

a bunch of holes filled with us eating random things 

One where I caught a crawfish in my shovel 

Also, It’s got a hole filled with ice 

The holes filled with laughter are my favorite 

It’s one of my dearest pebbles

but is constantly wet 

Since I got it from the creek

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