THE HOUSES AT MOUILLE POINT
Square chested gleamers
of light,
And then that immense
glimpse of sea;
Stray pedestrian bricks
poised in space,
While the sun strums
the guitar of my bliss.
THE HOUSES AT MOUILLE POINT
Square chested gleamers
of light,
And then that immense
glimpse of sea;
Stray pedestrian bricks
poised in space,
While the sun strums
the guitar of my bliss.