Shard

Shard

Poem by Bud Caywood
Art by Rose Hunter


At the water’s edge, I found
blue grass, lake and polished sky
in one small chip, blithe and triangular.

I held it concave in my palm,
seeing clouds and sun,
and weeping willows up-side-down.

Then, stuck it in my back pocket,
a good luck piece forever–
what else could it possibly be?

-refers from the phrase “as though out of the blue” in the poem After we kissed for the first time by Carolee Sherwood