Caveat Ambvlator

The curved shard of brown glass
from the neck of a beer bottle
sits, innocuous, upon the concrete

just a bit of surface sculpture even
if unintended by the tosser, the smasher
perhaps the unconsidered action

a result of inebriation found
within that shaded vessel long since flung
and shattered, scattered to invisible nuggets snug

within the verging blades of grass, less honest
since secreting the sharp menace within
an apparent safe resting spot of soft

unlike the open threat offering its
concavity and twin ragged edges
benign because settled in clear sight

the form only to be admired,
contemplated as found art even as detritus,
the walker needing only to watch his steps