The pirate shakes the snow globe from Coney Island
In his hand.
The one with the scantily clad mermaid in it.
He watches the chunky plastic snowflakes swirl around her
The green seaweed trees
The starfish
The seashells
And the brown wooden treasure chest
That she sits upon.
It's an ornate little piece of Coney Island vaudeville
That he studies in his weather-beaten hands.
A souvenir.
The brush-painted colors are bright.
He likes mischief.
He decides that the snow globe in his hands
Is full of it
And he keeps shaking it from time to time
As the fake white snowflakes
Begin to settle.
He does this
Throughout the rest of the night
Reminiscing.
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