The Insult Poem by JDC LeDrew

The Insult



This stone seems to fit my hand,
A gift, no doubt.
Now, which friend has so kindly shared this token?

I can tell that it's been buried in the snow
So cold it feels, yet so familiar...
And here is the bruise!

What an uncomfortable and painful discovery!
And now, what will I do?
Throw it back at a brother?

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JDC LeDrew

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Portlando, Oreegun
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