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
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.