The babble of streaming tongues
in the courtyards and parks
littered with tanning bodies
lunch-time escape artists
with one hour’s reprieve
from cardboard walls
Pretty girls by the score
eager boys eyeing more
shady doorways offering
sweet respite for thirsty eyes
summer coats sinners and saints
evenly in Soho’s square eyes
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