Belly Button

il_570xN_289288534Belly Button

The new tenant found
an age-hazed canning jar
brimmed with cast off buttons
beneath the kitchen sink
in the old farmhouse.
She scattered them like runes…
like a button fortune-telling…
upon a wear stained counter.
Now released to morning sunlight,
they spilled to a profusion
of fake emerald… shell luster
dull plastic…metal shine.
She had set them free
from their glass time-capsule…
these past generation closures.
Oh, the stories they could tell…
if buttons could tell stories.
Smiling, she chose one above the many…
a round wood pink…inked belly…
to nestle in her palm.

Bonnie Marshall

6 thoughts on “Belly Button

  1. She had set them free

    from their glass time-capsule…

    these past generation closures.

    They sure did tell a refreshing story!

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