Glass bottle memories
Litter my mind
Some green, blue, one is even purple.
But most of them are clear.
Transparent and fragile
And most are broken,
Shards of them intermingled with the others
Indistinguishable from the next.
The worst are unfortunately protected the most
And visited most frequently.
They all have lids to keep them contained
But they do no good because
Everyone knows glass bottles are transparent.