Eleanor's bottles

Reflections in a bottle;
visions in a jar.
Mementos of a neighbor,
spotted in her yard.

Is it light
or line
or color
that defines this memory;
the suggestion of her sailboat,
or the arc of apple tree?
In just another moment
what I saw herein is gone --
as is she.

But my camera engraves forever
on the surface of my heart
the suggestion of her presence,
and in the soft blue-greens
I see her smile.


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