mint green, ice green
scattered across the sidewalk, glittering in the sunlight
pretty beads freed from a necklace
to mix with the sepia shards of a smashed Rainier bottle.
Praise the man whose inspired act of vandalism
gave us this spectacle! Was it performed
in the spirit of burglary, or aggression,
or was it purely an act of artistic expression?
I know, the impulse was most likely destructive
rather than creative. Nevertheless,
there it is, one violent action resulting
in accidental beauty. Of course, it’s easy
for me to appreciate without much anxiety.
I don’t even own a car.