Bottle

In my mind, I keep a cupboard

Full of bottles on a painted shelf

And each one holds a memory.

I made these bottles by myself.

Today a red-winged blackbird stole my heart

As he flashed by so

 I opened up a bottle to his orange flash and to the sky.

 I gathered sips of bird as I caught

A Snip of June and tucked it in my pocket.

 It clinks there with a Vial of Moon.

I treasure these small bottles. See,

A person cannot know when she will need

Old Moonlight or to taste a Bite of Snow.

I made a Laughter Bottle.

 I have bottled Grandpa's Kiss.

 So I can come and visit

Anything I ever miss.