Capiz shell wind chimes
(I got them from Galveston)
And chimes mad out of
recycled green glass…
Whenever the wind passes by
it sounds like I have a visitor.
My heart rushes down the steps
of its corridor to answer the door.
Pre-party jitters, the anticipation of
greeting them all with a smile and a hug:
I am so impatient for the flowers to bloom!