I would have taken you
With me yesterday
To a wonderful little bookstore
That popped more stories than I could hold
Pick up seashells of opale blue
The kind you place in a treasure chest
A picnic on the rocks with seaweed taste
One curious chat with a seagull
Up a twelve step ladder
An enlivened atmosphere
Where nothing particular happens
Yet everything clicks
A butterfly on a string
Just a hint
Of what tomorrow brings