Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Two       

Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

Stones
 
…
Yes
I hid
In the bushes
By the river
With the kids
And we did
Throw stones
At the donkey
…
Because
The boys
Handed me rocks
And we didn’t know
Whose donkey it was
…
Yes
I saw
It was tied
With a rope
When it tried to run
And I did feel pity
But they told me
It often kicked people
…
Yes
I regret
Throwing rocks
But I couldn’t toss
Very strong
So I don’t think
My stones hit it