Several of my sons have been fascinated with cans.
When little, they open the pantry and sort cylinders
In serpentine patterns as I prepare food.
New house, new son, the corner cupboard
Draws Caleb irresistibly. I push the glass bottles
To the back, and he removes garbanzos and mustard.
Once, as my pantry emptied, he had to reach deeper.
He started to wail. He had high centered himself
On the lazy Susan, and could go neither forward nor back.
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