WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

The Jar

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Made of thick glass
not far
from the edge of the dresser.

I reach …
Are you going to church?
Walk from Aspen Street to Birch
on Saturday eves.

That scent from the jar
now on your face
and then to your scarf,
it leaves a trace.

Why you chose that fragrance
from the jar
I know very well
not far …

You said farewell on that day
with the definite linger
of your Oil of Olay.

 

J.J.

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