Linda Leedy Schneider

The chambered nautilus
rests - empty now
on a bamboo table in Marigot
near the nude beach.
A heron perches
On a piling.
Supervises
the sunrise.
Sun paints
pink
stripes into
the morning sky.
Last night’s jasmine
sends sensual signals
through her room.
She sees Kresge´s;
jasmine perfume
in a golden bottle,
two girls squeezed
into a photo booth
after trying on daring dresses,
broad brimmed hats,
even bras
they would never buy
like they tried on sophomore boys
they would never wed.