By Peter Halstead

Tumbling down the triumph of the stairs,
Outshone by dozens of flamboyants
And even by the plastic chairs
That corroborate our fashion sense,

Overshadowed by the bas relief
Of a designer’s splashy hand,
Discreetly trips a tiny leaf,
Pink as the imported sand,

Transparent as a coral bay
And weathered with the ocean’s stains,
Held against enormity of day
To justify the decorator’s pains.

Anse des Cayes, St. Barth’s
May 20th, 1995