Crying dishes

I washed the champagne flutes --  water pouring out of 

water clear glass leaving champagne bubble suds clinging to the sides. I turned them 

upside down and hung them over plastic prongs that look like 

oversized needles with eyes too big for their faces. The last few drops of 

liquid abandoned the glasses one teardrop at a time as if the 

glasses were crying because the party was over. 

-- 

I got up before the sun, but didn't see a single meteor flash across the sky. I'll have to plan accordingly next time and pilgrimage to a place with no parking lot lights. 

Happy Earth Day!

Bss,

Marybeth