Winds at the Bay Shore “POEM

The Winds at the bay shore holds secrets

Like the pearl hiding in the shell

Like the clothing of a women hiding the unseen

As a house without residents and deserts without heat

The road gives you good and bad trips

From lower hood life to upper elite bourgeoise life

From Nebraska to bayshore boulevard and to Davis Island

You see everything and you see nothing

Like the night sky drowned deep into the dark blue sea

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