TheBanyanTree: jelly jars

[Mike Pingleton]

when the endless line of sandwiches exhausted
each jar, mom would wash out the thin film
of grape, and leave them on the sunny sill
where they caught the warm light.
the perfect size for our little hands
to get our own drink from the big sink.

the long sun was like poured honey
from a jelly jar in those golden days.
now, when these thin grey tickings crumble
into a shrinking supply of dim evenings
I pour and sip a jelly glass of scotch,
pondering a spun-away honey world
no bigger than the back yard.