The Blue Radio

It sat on the shelf

above the table, by the window

that looked out over the water

calm and quiet, sheltered

between the two islands

It was blue, made of plastic

some pieces broken and cracked from a fall

when a child had knocked it

from its perch

as children sometimes do

when they play

The sound was crystal clear

As melodies floated through the air, out the door

to the yard and down to the dock

where the fisherman

was met by his wife

to unload the day’s catch


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