A Glass poetry I drink my iced tea from a Glass that breaks when dropped too forcefully And when the pieces won’t go back together, we must sweep them up reluctantly and hope that no-one finds one with bare feet, and accidentally. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...