Sweet Scent Of The Riviera Poem by Lee Anthony Nieves

Sweet Scent Of The Riviera



His hands tosses and turns
Gyrating a few dozen times;
The routine so familiar
He hums an old Italian chime.

The sweet scent is in the air
Customers enter and leave;
The cost of a fare
It’s not hard to believe.

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