i.
the lake has opened
several places where the ice
has come unfrozen
two idiots drove their
pickup into a hole
last night
ii.
the emergency vehicles
woke me with sirens
racing to drag these
drunks off the
ice before they froze
iii.
the beach sand has been
uncovered
by the blowing wind
which has driven the snow
into a drift over the dock which we
have stored by the
treeline
iv.
walking the sandy shore
i stooped to pick up
a piece of green, bottle
glass
v.
the glass is weighty in my hand, and rounded
smooth
its edges shaped and polished
by the working of sand, water and time
like an olive,
like a cherry,
like a memory,
of you
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
i.
the lake has opened
several places where the ice
has come unfrozen
two idiots drove their
pickup into a hole
last night
ii.
the emergency vehicles
woke me with sirens
racing to drag these
drunks off the
ice before they froze
iii.
the beach sand has been
uncovered
by the blowing wind
which has driven the snow
into a drift over the dock which we
have stored by the
treeline
iv.
walking the sandy shore
i stooped to pick up
a piece of green, bottle
glass
v.
the glass is weighty in my hand, and rounded
smooth
its edges shaped and polished
by the working of sand, water and time
like an olive,
like a cherry,
like a memory,
of you
Grateful acknowledgement to the Rose & Thorn Journal for first publishing this poem in their Spring 2012 issue.
