Preserves

The day Dora mastered the wind
with a tune played on a skyward wooden flute,
lightning took up residence in our pantry
in a dozen mason jars.

I drank from one with ungainly swallows.
Words of love washed into my voice box,
illuminating a vast reservoir of feelings
deeper than my reach.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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