If only it were only
your cursive words in chalk
on fifteen magnetized spice shakers
half-full of leaves and peels
that we dehydrated
but there on that
once-shared refrigerator
are six canisters
still empty, waiting
for what can't come
like a fool
who saves boxes
in overflowing closets
but doesn't know
how to best use them.
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