A little yellow leather bag holding
nary but a few globes, winks
of faded colour flick inside
them, smoothed over surfaces
that roll frictionless in both
their pouch and human hand,
traversing for years never
used for intended purposes.

Held and stared,
but never utilised,
only stored to be secure
and careful not cared,
this fulfilment failed through
misguidement not malicious,
an accidental curse.