Wine bottle.
Even when empty,
These containers
Are oddly heavy.
When I save
Them, I
Repurpose them:
A vase for flowers
Bought at the market,
Grown in distant
Soil; a candle
Holder; vessel
For pens or coins,
The tokens through which
A day manifests
Itself. Surely,
There is a surplus
Of glass jars,
Finely crafted,
Maybe imprinted
With measurements
Or a company’s name.
If I filled
These containers,
What would do
Them justice, what
Could I preserve.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009: Quoted from: automatism
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I'm caught by the "what would do them justice." It's a good line to have near the end, because I was left with going back to that line and reflecting.
ReplyDeleteHanaha! You've renewed my romantic associations with Mason jars. Saludos from Mexico.
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