window shop
where hand strung crystals
spark in storefront windows
go in…buy anklets, bracelets
to tickle on your feet
distract your wrist and neck
it’s easy
to window shop
where gardenia scented candles
lift their tropic velvet
through wide open doors
go in…buy presence
to smolder by your bed
it’s easy
to window shop
where copper chimes
breeze strike in doorways
to pale blue notes…
to silver…to vermillion
go in…buy their harmonies
to charm within your ears
it’s easy
to walk by windows
indulge the beckoning
of crystals, candles, chimes
distraction, presence, music
go in…it’s so easy
to buy remembrance
Bonnie Marshall
Art by Nancy Franke
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How wonderful it is to enter these shops, to be in the moment and leave the world outside. Taken back in time. Another beautiful write Bonnie.
I’m pleased that you think so, and that you remember this experience. Smiles.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Nancy. Just building up the heirlooms. Smiles.
Nice feel. It reminds me of walking through the shops of a small town I used to live in near Mystic, Connecticut.
What a fortunate person you are to have lived in such a unique place. Thanks for the visit.
It was nice. But ultimately, every paradise has its devil. Ours was a nearby nuclear power plant.
Ah…sobering thought.