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Peanut
Butter Jars
She
collected peanut butter
Jars and
drank blue milk,
The skim
stuff
With all
the goodness removed
And a few
chemicals stirred
In to
recapture the natural
Vitality of
farm fresh,
Why do you
collect
Peanut
butter jars?
Why do
people collect anything,
If I were a
mole in a hole
I might
collect paintings
Of sunrise
and sunset,
But I see
the real thing
So why
caress someone’s
Myopic view
of the birth
And death
of light,
Peanut
butter jars
Hold my
rings and things
And at the
end of the day
They could
contain
What we so
tenderly
Refer to as
ashes.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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