Postcard From Summer

By Angel Wang

day breaks like an egg yolk, seeping through streets filled 

with marketplace

as the hum of sunday slips 

between press and paper, 

print and words.

stories scatter between the 

leaves and pamphlets 

of these winding streets. 

in the distance, ice-encrusted

mountains cradle the town to the indolent

drift of frosted clouds. 

pigeons scatter and resettle, 

eavesdropping during their feed 

gleaning from apprentice to worker, 

vendor to scholar. 

down in the alleyways, small 

hands chase butterflies 

through passages amidst the 

sound of bells ringing. 

home lies in these ever-

changing streets that whisper 

stories 

with the same color but 

different shades every day 

a small world of small voices. 

small needs in a small town

a home where the entire world 

is mine, 

a place where it is always 

sunday.

Angel is a grade 10 student at York House School. She is extremely passionate about creative writing and journalism, so she is always working on new projects, writing stories on magical realism, and composing free-verse poetry. Most of her writing follows the theme of different aspects of travel as well as the experience and meaning of a 'destination.' Her lifelong dream is to move to the French countryside, where she can spend her days hand-churning butter and reading by the fireside.