Small Boy (Norman MacCaig)

He picked up a pebble and threw it into the sea. And another, and another. He couldn't stop. He wasn't trying to fill the sea. He wasn't trying to empty the beach. He was just throwing away, nothing else but. Like a kitten playing he was practicing for the future when there'll be so many things he'll want to throw away if only his fingers will unclench and let them go. -Norman MacCaig

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