I turn them

I turn them
Over  in my hands
These pebbly things
These shiny things
They  are surprising;
Real, how they sparkle
And  I am amazed
Dumbfounded
Astonished at their
Touch  that they are
There for me  to pick
Up  that they are mine
That  I have created them
So  fresh and shiny and
New,  so smooth and
Free  these
Coloured possibilities,
These are me.

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