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.