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