collection
this little glass mason jar
begins with nothing
a small seashell
and a little smooth stone
rubbing between thumb
and forefinger
make a wish
anything is possible
the sun rises the moon sets
it’s another day
in what used to be paradise
forget-me-nots
bloom every other year
dark-eyed juncos
returning every late november
in the little glass mason jar
a feather & a tell
discovered halfway up the hill
deeper inside
in the center of the earth
a new journey begins
december two thousand twenty-three
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