Mason Jar of Life


Floating in a brine of garlic and dill


one day they jar is empty, it's use



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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