Floors

05 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: mixtures & structures

~Photo by author

Antique crystal dish overflowing with sea glass topples at the intersection of Hope Street and Magic Way spilling Mountain Dew green, rusty brown, opaque and milk-carton white treasures to the honey-colored oak floor as I clumsily reached for my cell phone beckoning me to open the gate. He’s here. The one. One spry piece, so elated by this possible escapade…