one day, he sold a thing he made
so he made another like it
people love the beach, she said
surrounded by images of water and sand
they smile at the public approval
a kiss of sun in a cold winter
relieved money is less of a worry now
they make more of the things, sell them
but something is missing
made or unmade, it whistles softly
it doesn’t look like the other objects
it has no home among them
where have you hidden the missing art?