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.