The trucks of Mailmiss Road keep on clanking
their load on the grab, raging clunk of a victor
triumphing round the clock.
I want to throw a pebble in, random grey button
of rock that couldn’t resist parting with the aging
block that is Earth.
Not on top of this veneer of civilization though,
just within the mix at the risk of seasoning a small
bite of the asphalt.
The stone resting on my thumb, ready to take
the jump, I stand still, nosing the fumes of the
It looks perfect, perfect to be walked on and walked
in. So I leave, well away from the melting bitumen,
pebble in pocket.
One pip close to being someone.
Lou is French and has spent the last decade in London and Brussels. He is literally married to the USA. After studying and working in a different field, he decided to focus on creative work in 2021. His work has appeared in The Dillydoun Review.