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In a Jar
by Dan Fitzgerald
I wish I could capture
the sun in Fall,
that last warmth
of a long summer,
storing it away in jars
large and small.
Then when winter comes,
diminishing the days to cold and grey,
I could go into my stores
of light and heat,
bringing one out every day.
I would set it on a table,
in the center of a room,
letting the glow of leaves
light the darkness
and the heat of the glass
warm the air,
denying that winter will last.
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