Broken Glass

In the Jewish blessing at the wedding they say
hold the glass in your eye and hand, it will pass
take the joy in what you have today
In joy sorrow until the temple rebuilt, but in every day, joy

And so, no apologies, dear friend--
after the Foetid Candy and the scrabble for letters
I can think of no more fitting end for a pleasant evening
than smashing a glass

This too, as all things, passes
If it cost me a ringing crystal every time you came to visit,
I would buy a thousand glasses
for the pleasure of your company

your long companionship
your wit, and wisdom

Should I smash one and hope you might appear?