Crystal

By Christopher Hivner

Rampant blue forever skies

and traveling greens

packed into

the old man's suitcase.

Night air swirls

around the gems

in his hand

while he asks

for one more trip.

Wings up,

dusk approaches,

a tapestry unwinds

blank to the untrained eye

but telling a tale

for anyone

not blinded by the sheen

of the pearls

as he lets them drop

one by one

from the strand.