Dry Cans And Mason Jars Poem by nathan martin
Dry Cans And Mason Jars
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dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit,
covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
all with labels peeling, the iconic cambells
soup cans in tarnished red and white
set like rusty bells on a church steeple.
not like the empty mason jars on the front porch
half filled with rain half with childhood memories
of grasshopper guest and fire fly delights.
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