By Billy Hands

All my little pretties have cascaded up from earth
at a point where coral melts into the Keys,
velvet daggers drawn on a lion’s crest
catch the mangrove mystic Mercury.

Stop light white, knives a channel of red.
Weave through a tattered town’s bridge repair.
Yellowed wax maps on seven miles of stilts,
where galleons gold treasures disappeared.

Magician’s fingers sift through grains of sand
as sun sinks into Cuban skies.
Top hats filled with coins from human hands,
wink at smiles and tip the passers by.

Sunset at the pier and packing up,
one more treasure softly head back East.
I get anxious from the flashing lights
Skip the melancholy, Mercury.

Beacon Poetry Editor Billy Hands of Orient is author of the chapbook “Marry a Girl With Money” and the owner of the Orient Service Center, where you can find him singing the auto electric just about any day of the week.

The Beacon is accepting poetry submissions at poetry@eastendbeacon.com. Don’t be shy!

Beth Young
Beth Young is an award-winning local journalist who has been covering the East End since the 1990s. She began her career at the Sag Harbor Express and, after receiving her Masters from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, has reported for the Southampton Press, the East Hampton Press and the Times/Review Media Group. She founded the East End Beacon website in 2013, and a print edition in 2017. Beth was born and raised on the North Fork. In her spare time, she tinkers with bicycles, tries not to drown in the Peconic Bay and hopes to grow the perfect tomato. You can send her a message at editor@eastendbeacon.com

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