Irony

By Jennifer T， Street， MD

The shards of glass littered the cold，

black asphalt like sparkling stars strewn across the night sky.

Their brilliance catching the corner of my eye，

making me slow down，

just to look at them a little longer.

In my awe of the sheer beauty of merely broken glass，

i couldn't help but think how someone else's tragedy could be so beautiful to me.