It lays there, defeated. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Another item found during the tunnel walks. Looking like it crawled out of the river besides it. Swirling right out like dejected hunk of brown rust.
Crusty thing of a forgotten thought of a teenage, the invisible echo of it's usage exuding from it's essence.
I passed, took a photo and sketched it. Knowing it will be thrown in a tip tomorrow.
Here today, gone tommorrow.