Dry Cans and Mason Jars
dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit
covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
all with labels peeling.
the iconic cambells soup cans in tarnished
red and white
set on the shelf like rusty bells on
a church steeple.
not like the empty mason jars on
the front porch half filled with rain.
half with childhood memories of
grasshopper guest and fire fly delights.
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