School yard shark

Cat eyes,

milkies,

puries,

aggies,

speckled whites

and blues

and blacks,

a steely shooter

my prized possession.

I lost it

to a chipped

cat eye.

He put it

in his pocket

and used

the damaged shooter,

until I wouldn’t

wager

anymore

good marbles

against

his lucky one.

He gathered up

his winnings

in a draw string bag,

got on

his bike,

my steely

in his pocket,

and rode away.

3-18-21