Glass Jars
The last
taste of summer
was
tucked
in
my pockets
empty
mason jars
with
the
scent
of butterflies
had
lids
with
lingering
raspberry
labels
spelling
will-not-go-down-sun
ran
with
sandals
and
band-aids
to
the
end
of
a childhood.
© Gry W Christensen
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