Monday, November 14, 2011
Dump Glass, with Polished Corners
I made these earrings from some glass that my highschool friend Carolyn sent to me: "dump glass," found amidst other junk and tumbled to smooth its edges. Carolyn and I grew up within a mile of the school that I visited today. I wore these broken shards, now so lovely, to return to our old stomping grounds. In our yearbook, long ago, Carolyn's ambition was "to be a polished corner," a phrase from our school song.
I drove Debbie past the home of my childhood-- my dead-end street, home of many kickball games; my climbing tree, its trunk now so broad; my hills, once so steep, now barely sloped at all.