bowls that we carried from heat
to fog
canisters that held flour for the bread
I baked in coffee cans
tall thin containers for orange juice
frozen
or popcorn
two Dutch ovens
an ice bucket
unused gifts
spoons that arrived with food made by friends
mugs that commemorate events I have forgotten
boxes that held nothing more than air
today I chose glass to let the sun in
space for a cool breeze
orchids for their decadent beauty
and tonight I'll open the window to watch the moon in the high sky
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