Kerri Shying R # 484 - things they glow just to be seen again

we cut the long jute threads   eventually  the green beans 

 fell out   into our hands  not a wisp of smell 

 so far from coffee   as it sat inside the  pink  60’s

 canister     you said    how life has grown

 so calm  the place is shining 

     things   they glow     just to be seen again

free from time spent weeping

below the porch boards    in the clock

where all the keys  were set to live

no matter  where the lock   that fit

sat     waiting to be turned