there is a place in the park
where the earth meets the water
under the rumblings of the bridge overhead

where
for a mile end-to-end
the beach is made of glass
broken just small enough to be heard

if you take a moment
in the silence of the aftenoon
or the middle of the night
under a new moon
close your eyes
as you will be given one wish

and if you quiet your thoughts long enough
and believe that magic is possible
you will hear the waves jingle in the abyss
chiming angelic music
to those who dare to dream…

af

(written in little notebook at Astoria Park)