Or by the sea
I have just left
Internet corner
Now you wave to me
As you walk across
The raised curved walkway
Above one of the swimming pools
The flies are too many to manage
Which was not the case
On the days before
When the jazz piano also tinkled
Earlier today
I saw an older gentleman
With grey curly hair
And sporting a rather ill-fitting hat
I thought to myself
What are your thoughts sir
How goes your reasoning
Where does love and justice fit with you
Then, when I looked up from
My coffee, you were gone
Taking your basket of treasures with you
Walking ever onwards; c’est la vie
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