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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