The Collector
She collects old bottles that she
finds buried in her garden,
and places them on a windowsill.
When the sun shines in, her kitchen
is filled with a kaleidoscope of colors –
blues and greens and browns. Bottles
from old remedies for headaches and
stomach aches, laundry bleach, and ketchup.
Smooth bottles, square bottles, tiny bottles,
one that still has a piece of rotting cork
in its neck. Bottles that tell a story of hard work
and pain. She feels like an archeologist discovering
a lost way of life through the colored glass
detritus of another generation, and she wonders what
future generations will think of her when they
uncover the bits of her life left behind.
Haunted