Green glass
Someone threw it away
Worthless waste of a process
Not useful, left over
Beautiful
To my fourth grade eyes
It was bigger than my dad's fist
Smooth in places
Chipped in others
But, oh, those chips
Semi-circles, layers of circles
Like bullet holes in a window pane
But pretty
Turn it over in your hands
But be careful, it can cut you
Feel the smooth places
Like water made hard
Turn it over
And over
Big finale, hold it to the light
BRILLIANT GREEN BLAZE
You enter with a splash
And disappear
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