I put those shrivels and whimpers in the jar that used to sit on the sill that owned all of the day’s possibilities and often admired by tomorrow’s multitude
in the cupboard
behind the old broken plates and cups and bowls that used to stand tall to serve
but now cannot
so that the pieces of each could congregate and meet, perhaps introducing a side that doesn’t seem so much in despair
for the reason for wishing them to be well is simply because I am hopeful that they will learn
someone still cares.