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.
