La Halle

The lone wall flower was at the corner,
As people pass by La Halle street
Without a care for the passer by.
The lone man sat at the square,
His eyes closed and arms wide open,
Basking in the glory of the sun.
Juveniles strange and high, silly sallied
and dallied with the dandy women
that strutted by La Halle street.

Pass the piers and the wharf
comes the green cars to La Halle
where the homeless are harbored
when stars come out in the night unseen
amidst the haze that covers the sky.

This is La Halle where flush and pauper,
tourists and locals pass by;
Open to all who care to stop by.