Bottle Kids

I watched                                                                                                   as the bottle kids broke it                                                                     outside the police station.

they ran away but came back                                                                   and the man told them "Pick it up, no put it down."

Now the thousand shards of emerald glass still sit there in a pile.           The man does not care the kids do not care              

The emerald glass just waits outside the door                                           and glimmers dully at passersby