A street
A street of sleepy villas
Baking in the sun
Empty of their owners
Til the summer comes.
Each one securely guarded
By glass on walls and lofty gates
Shutters shutting out the light
No sign of life by day or night.
Or tomorrow or last week -
Splendid in detachment
Gleaming marble glistens
In the Spanish sun.
Some sparkling villas cost a million
And some cost much much more
What a pity when I knock
That nobody’s at home.
All we need when all is said
Is a terrace and a comfy bed
A kettle to make the morning coffee
And peace will surely follow.
A daily tonic to view a sky
Blue and cloudless and a sea
That cheers and raises spirits
Brings joy and serendipity.
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