Ganton Street Soho.
In a café called Sacred:
Small blue sky crossed
With pink, white lightbulbs,
Old facades of painted brick.
The dog is panting
The poet is waiting
On the pavement footfalls pass
By shops, tourists snap.
Summer 2016
migrant, writer, work in progress
Ganton Street Soho.
In a café called Sacred:
Small blue sky crossed
With pink, white lightbulbs,
Old facades of painted brick.
The dog is panting
The poet is waiting
On the pavement footfalls pass
By shops, tourists snap.
Summer 2016
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