jammaker

who remembers how to jar
peaches and jams and all the
sweet summer things that stick
in your hair

i want to be the jammaker –
followed by bees in the
blackberry season
when mason jars bump together
in the warming pot (clink)

the kitchen is filled with fruit sweet heat
and the thin zipping sound
of tin seals spinning against glass –
while people walk in and out,
strawberries between fingers
and bees in the turbine of their paths