Recollection Collection
Five tiny bottles line the shelf on Evans Road
inside one scoots a baby crawdad in creek water
another holds a lightening bug (dead, stolen from a Mason jar)
pressed with the feeling of wet grass on bare feet
Surprisingly two others contain
a whiff of Aqua Net (prelude to mom and dad’s date night)
and the buttery salty taste of popcorn
the crunch of tires on gravel
fills the fifth full of trepidation
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This gripped me. The last two lines left me with uneasy interpretations of your Recollection Collection. (Great title.)
What a thoughtful collection. And the ending has captured my imagination.
I love this poem.