The Jellybean Stone

under what stars
the sweet giggle of tiniest blue eyes
takes night and hearts with them
she has a jar full of little stones saved
mostly old broken
worn away to
almost
nothing

but then her hand clasps round the buried sparkle
squeals holding her well loved 
jellybean stone
in kindness she hands it
to the silent man standing
lost in what is left
of this

and he squeezes making his only wish
and the air is only fresh rain
and the air is
everything
there
is

The Jellybean Stone
JP Pestana
10.4.2019