A single glass jar that set upon the little table,
Starting completely empty of all tangible items,
But holding all the dreams of our future.
A single glass jar that glittered in the sunlight,
Daily we would pass by and drop loose change or a couple dollars,
Until it slowly rose in color.
A single glass jar that collected dust as it was never moved,
Stared at wistfully for moments at a time,
But then forgotten as time carried on.
A single glass jar that slowly became opaque,
Filled with green and silver and copper,
Almost as if we could dip our hand in and scoop out a taste of our dreams.
A single glass jar that threatened to break,
The weight of the interior breaking through the cracks,
It won't be long now.
A single glass jar that was emptied at a bank,
The value of the contents increasing every second,
And fulfilling all hopes.
A single glass jar that purchased the plane tickets,
And was placed back in its spot on the little table,
With a new destination written across the front.
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