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Depression Glass

Saint Paul, 17 April 2011
No small thanks 
to late April snow and
a snow shovel reduced
to a soggy mound of ash 
from my rite-of-Spring bonfire
come next Tuesday's sundown
You'll watch me on my knees
shoveling snow cones
one dark drink at a time
from a depression glass
whiskey tumbler
pinched in my youth 
from grandma's
fake mahogany
curio cabinet