After the storm, by the side of the road
where I walk, a pile of rubble appeared
from a tree-damaged house near
a roof-flattened car.
Sparkling square glass in light blue
sprinkled the rain-soaked debris.
I picked them out and put them into a box,
hundreds of small, sparkling bits.
I will place them in the neighborhood firmament,
a galaxy of stars.
Dispatches From Key West 