A Stone

a stone kicked off the path
into the weeds to sit among
the others expelled from their place
in the sun by a passing
pedestrian,

they sit so silently there
without communion,
who would want
to be friends with
other losers.

I just read the oddest little poem by Vasko Popa called White Pebble which of course made me wonder about the lives of pebbles, stones and other living things.