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1. (Not technically pebbles, but granules. I love the geologists’ definition: “A pebble is a clast of rock with a particle size of 4 to 64 millimetres based on the Krumbein phi scale of sedimentology.”)

2. SOMALIA IN MY MIND

   At sunrise, they rouse their children,
   if they have not yet mercifully died,
   to trek through desert mirage searching
   for oases, cacti, lizards, iguanas, worms,
   anything. It’s a landscape of clean bones,
   or carrion abandoned by even the crows
   that fell prey to the ghastly death march.

   I take a guilty gulp at my now tepid tea
   when I espy a catbird swallow pebbles
   strewn on the sunbaked driveway:
   I wonder if a starved child’s bloated belly
   in Somalia can hold as many rock chips
   to ease the pangs of hunger? Catbirds
   prefer strewn granules to desert sand,
   I reckon, but neglect a usual morning shrug.

   —Albert B. Casuga
   07-23-11

   • “Somalia on my Mind” is also reposted in:
     http://albertbcasuga.blogspot.com/2011/07/somalia-in-my-mind.html

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