“Watches? Scarves? Glasses?
What do you seek?” it repeats,
Fading to chilled wind.
The cat swings its paws
Back and forth to the music
Of far-off chit chats.
Boots spatter water.
Fish – dead? – turns stale eyes to floor.
The ocean whimpers.
On her grandpa’s back,
The child babbles of sugar.
Brighter the sun smiles.
Voices from remote
Roots, cooked and served in crisp winds.
Splashes on faces.
Bodies march along,
A brassy horn pierces air.
The forest shudders.
The crabs dance along
To the glum speaker’s singing –
Wishing last goodbyes.
Behind a wall of
Tools, nails and hammers argue.
Clank! Birth of a chair.
