I wonder about them, fragments, tiny stars of glass on the floor of the caved-in barn. I have a lot of them. I come on them all the time.

I could almost collect them if my hands didn't shake so in the cold. I photographed some one time. They didn't turn out. William Bentley had it right. Did it better. Was correctly obsessed.

Is a fragment an interesting thing? I hope it can connote a larger constellation.

[Snowbell: a mouth]