In the street
You can scent the wet salt
Mixing in harmony
With the dripping edifices'
Antique grime.
Turn right and follow
The alley down narrow steps
Deeper into the
Green and red rimmed thicket.
Here's a vendor wiping
His skinny fingers on a
White waistcloth. "Du café monsieur!"
Shirts, soap, perfume,
Bouillabaisse and linen,
And God too stays the
Night, boarding on
The steps de la cathédrale.
There! The arch!
The road and
Beach and sea beyond.
I'm home. The pebbles
Are smooth to the sole.
This is my home.
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