Mason Jar of Life
Pickles
Floating in a brine of garlic and dill
until
one day they jar is empty, it's use
finished.
~
and yet, by my side, for years
a jar with a faded lable, 'Smileys Dill Pickles'
perfect for sipping moonshine
or water and ice.
~
and if the jar breaks, fails, or is lost to fate
there is always another jar of pickles waiting
for somebody.
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