Dichroic. Glass: half-empty, half-full. As in my paperwork glowered; my paperweight glowed. A hard drive. Backing up. By the hour. We cannot be bought. But, we flower.
Flour to coat the bottom of a pan. Sometimes a moment, I understand! A window. Light. Diachronic. Glass: mourning, This, too, shall pass.
Copyright © 2018 by Amy Sara Carroll. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 23, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.