A hundred pebbles were laid out in the middle of a busy street . The smoothest and most beautiful pebbles I had ever seen. People walked around them. But some of them filled with imaginable frustration kicked them. All the way to their intended destinations. The pebbles traveled far. Throughout all the boroughs some took the subway. A few took the ferry to staten island. Some took cabs to the upper west side. At that point they were dropped in fish tanks dying a slow death. But what do nannys know? A few remained in cracks on the sidewalk were they had originated. Left forever to errode and become part of were they came from. One was picked up by me. And put into a jar.