John Mahoney
an incident involving beach glass, in winter, 2012
i.
the lake opened several places where ice
has come unfrozen two idiots drove their
pickup into a hole
last night
ii.
emergency vehicles woke me with sirens
racing to drag the drunks off
before they froze
iii.
beach sand has been uncovered
by the blowing wind which has driven snow
into a drift over the dock we
stored by the
treeline
iv.
walking the sandy shore, i stoop to pick up
a piece of green bottle
glass
v.
the glass is weighty in my hand
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