Stick

Gretchen Lee Bourquin
I throw confetti
against the wall
to see what sticks
Watch the colored scraps
fall and float
scatter
at my feet
as I fight foot traffic

On my hands and knees
I pick
at each precise piece
to make my pile

I feel small
there on the floor
even as I marvel
at each color
each shape
as they turn
into jagged tears

And I try
to get a grip

I wonder how many pieces
are lost
in the grooves of shoes
that speedily pass me by

Carefully,
I pocket the pieces I can
and look around
for a place
with a little better traction

Published by Gretchen Lee Bourquin

I am the mother of two college students living outside Minneapolis, MN. I write fiction, poetry, informational articles and commentary pieces on various topics. My work has appeared in various places onl...   View profile

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