All glass used to be green                  glass–green seas not just sea–glass

Summer beer sea wracks away             Appalachia

Used to be green in the             future now             when we

Hold up a glass and             look             we’ll see class.

Cole would have it that if I             cry then I’m             frameless

As tears as             air bubbles in windows or             angels are

And what’s             my carriage if not an anchoring of what’s seen             thus mountains

Are taken down doesn’t account for 1,000 people             lining the underground

Walkway to government offices. If only more people would sing sweet song

“Making it up as we go along”: there’s nowhere             to get to than now so             let’s

Take time to experiment.