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For Optical Ed and
For a little girl in the Los Angeles area
who drove her tricycle through
an illegally installed plate glass
patio door and was killed

Glass

Now you see me now you don't
I'm a trick forever in the doing
No slight-of-hand could best
My inherent natural tendency

Most of the time I meditate
On a beach or an ocean floor
Reminiscing my sandy heritage
Before the invasion of potash lime and fire

What I can do with light might
Stagger the imagination
But don't mess with me
There is homicide at my shattered edges

Convex my shape
I'm a pyromaniac
Concave me
Your image I'll reduce to near nothing

Bordered by pane and flattened to a window
A poet for hours stares through me
Until she finds her poem between my surfaces
Watching as the sky returns to grains of stars