March 22, 2019
Photo by Melanie Black
Provincetown
A Poem by P.J. Thier
A wooden gate latched, but left unlocked,
its gray boards beckoning;
A blue veined Glory
waving allegiance to the morning;
A bakery, Portuguese,
spinning heads with warm, sweet dough;
A weathervane in the likeness of a dragon,
breathing futile fire into the sea;
A perfect chrysalis waiting for its wings;
A small window for a small face to look out from;
A crooked barn door questioning its timbers;
Rugosa roses blooming in the alley
for the cats;
A boat that slips beneath the bay’s gray shroud
issuing a prayer through the bells of the rigging;
Dunes, dressed in October’s asters, and
wind blown berries in lavender wax
for the candles,
because the light is always changing.
To submit a photo or poem, email Assistant Library Director Brittany Taylor at btaylor@clamsnet.org