photo op

the shelf
finally, loose
for so many years,
comes down.
you hear
the crash from
upstairs.
the screws
are out, the nails
bent,
the plank
of wood splintered,
hangs
onto one small
brace.
all purpose
flour,
granulated
sugar,
brown sugar
and spices
are scattered
about
like a wintry
mix
on the tiled
floor. you go for
the broom
and dust pan, but
then have a better
idea.
you take a picture.
it will be more
interesting when
you tell
story later.