Becoming The Muse

Of The Sunshine City

I am from a place that never sleeps.
Welcome to Harare the Sunshine City,
where the snow never falls,
and sun always shines,
except when it's not,
when it rains,
and at night.

…A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I soft in the middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard… pic.twitter.com/spQoV86RW4
— ~B 🇿🇼 (@Beatonm5) June 21, 2023

Graceland, Harare, Paul Simon, poem, poetry, rain, street, Sunshine city, You can call me Al, Zimbabwe

Response to “Of The Sunshine City”

Bookstooge

5 Jul 2023

Not just soft, but extra soft!
sigh…

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