GLASSES

You lenses, that take in all the blossom

Of the day, bringing home

Your own reflection, your lissom,

Brown and waving Kodachrome,

 

Your glassy mirrored view

Ofa self too fragile to be fun -

A face too faded to be the you

That sprawled beneath the agile sun,

 

That flourished here before the chain link

Framed the bay, before the net

Went up against the ink

Of time and spray, against the threat

 

Of light, the blink of birds, 

Of children on the dated shore -

You lenses, shimmer in the shaded words,

Always in the words, that dance, and break, and soar.