Depression Glass
Saint Paul, 17 April 2011
No thanks to
late April snow and
a snow shovel reduced
to a soggy mound of ash
from rite-of-Spring bonfires
come next Tuesday's sundown
You'll watch me on my knees
shoveling snow cones
one dark drink at a time
from a depression glass
whiskey tumbler
pinched in my youth
from grandma's
mahogany veneer
curio cabinet