Little glass bottles
all colors
some never before
seen in nature
all textures
smooth as a love’s midnight moan
rough as a lover’s angry words
empty of liquid
filled with the sun
as they line at attention
near a window
these small, delicate things
hold my grandparents’ kitchen
their siblings lined along the sink’s window sill
rays of rainbowed sunlight
spray across the sink and stove
mixing with the scents of brewing coffee and frying peppers and onions
tiny containers of time
April 9, 2019
#GloPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019 Day 9 Prompt: list of things
#ShutUpWrite2019 Challenge
Lovely - and evocative.
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