Struck by the sun

They gleam, standing stiffly

Wearily arranged, but still in order 

All blasted bright

Coloured beacons of light

a hue for each kind of flavour

 

A party in silence, 

in stillness: the vessels

Expire faster where

They don't belong

 

Seeking shade

But thrust toward glaring beams

Fun-loving on TV

Basking in the summer

While the truth's bottled up

Heat builds, slowly

 

A collection of jewels

neatly labelled with 'mL's

Sure some may complain

There's not enough shade 

in this tiny store-room

But I can't keep them all happy

I can only

Let them be