Shades and shadows manifold Grace our tropic land; Silhouettes of seagull wings, And palm shades on the sand; Of countless coral windy cayes, And dipping sail-boats grand.
I used to run around with my seven Sundays folded under my arm and seven pigeons crowning my brow. I would wander the streets free and caught in the sun’s crosshairs. The city is a herd of feelings jammed in the traffic