By a Seaport Village

In a cluster of tourist trap

hut-stores

by the Bay

on small,

semi-labyrinthine

streets,

the store

with

the chimes

caught my

fancy.

Weatherbeaten metals

Delicate shells

Wood and stones

Colors and animals

Glass, plain and stained

harmonies blending

in the

evening breeze

Calling

the stars,

Calling

the sea,

to join the

endless

song

of the

voyaging

wind…

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.