The
supermarket had a sale
on
bottled time, buy two
get
one free. The bottles
were
clear but a bit dusty,
the
contents a light blue.
The
bottle missing a label,
I
didn’t know whether to pour,
sprinkle,
or let evaporate.
I
began with a light sprinkling,
a
seasoning of time, touching
lightly.
Impatient for more,
I
poured, allowing the time
to
flow as quickly as it could
force
itself through the opening.
The
bottle nearly empty, what
remained
was an evaporating
patina
of blue edged in gray
changing
to gray edged in blue.
Tweetspeak
Poetry has a poetry prompt this week about bottles and cans. I posted a can poem on Friday; this one, about bottles, is a bit more serious.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
