I found a pile of shells in the
playground discarded neatly.
The children gave the
monument distance, as if
to collect it would be a disgrace.
It remained for days, until
a dog knocked it
over, and then it stayed
rubble for a week,
until I returned and there
it was—resurrected. In front
of it, a pile of pebbles.
Offerings from the most
honest lovers, as if to say
              nobody wants you,
              but here you are.