Preserved

Held. Captured. Kept. These are legends of the life left within. Conserved. Contained. Stocked and shelved. Hidden away in tiny tin-plated tombs. Encased in ice crystals or jelly jar prisms. Sun-ripened, sea-salted histories wait to be unveiled. Sharing secrets from another time and place.
Yesterdays are not forgotten. They're wrapped in cylinders.
Pressure-packed time travelers. Living life in cans. It's uncanny.
to the lives and meals we share.
Proudly putting her contents on display. Clearly. Curved. Cool to the touch. Always protecting. Collecting and keeping. Still, she makes time for shadows. Twisting light and making the most beautiful use of it.
Juice emptied leaving pulp and rind. A segmented slice.
Still gold. Now a garnish. Drawing both attention and moisture back in. Thirsty.
Hydrogen and oxygen blocked in a solid state. Held to form with eight arms and nine brains.
A curious feast for the eyes.
Preserved at its peak.
Fresh, fragile, frosted.
Plump with season-sweet sugar.
Capably and skillfully hue-holding. Each an abundance of one.