From the land of shifting sands and blue bayou ripples,
Sundown finds Palafox with its casual summer crowds
Sidewalk conversations cross a terrain of subjects
While dogs on leashes casually sniff the sea air
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Guitar pickers can be found outside a doorway of shadows
Where the asphalt becomes a stage for blues crooning
I wonder if their souls are masked to hide their thoughts....
As their songs reveal the color of a western sunset
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In a nearby café, chairs hold jackets, umbrellas and canes…
A woman staring out the window nibbles at her sandwich
A man holds a pencil, making notes in mid-air
He's as handsome as a Saks Fifth Avenue Christmas tree
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A few are gathering opinions like a basket of precious gems,
Like weathered mementoes from the most sovereign
Some sit as empty bowls with nothing to offer
Many are like boomerangs that shall return for the view
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Some sitting like priests just waiting for a confession
I wonder if they'll be here when dawn's window opens
Life brings many stalks to its city sidewalk jungles
With a smile in my heart, I wander by, knowing I'm blessed…..
