FRONT
Galloping horses, a sleeping drunkFriends stroll, overflowing bins with litter going clunk.
Sails in the sky, a parliament of crows debate
Agitated motorists, frustrated by the wait.
Trying infants demand an ice
cream, the glint off the sea makes
it seem like a dream.
Gliding with thoughts, come rain or shine.
This glorious front for all the
world is mine.
ANON