There
She Sits
Only noticed
by the one who pays attention with a subtle eye
Slightly is
she perceived by the hasty and unwitting passer by
She is
arrayed with hinted displays, which mark her high walls
As her head piece
she bears her 44 which disappears when the night falls
Distinctly
though she is hidden and from her surround she stands apart.
Her gates,
high and broad, mark the entrance to her enclave state
The guard at
his post marks the threshold to her dissimilar place
Her brick
fabric exterior veil the true condition of her core
Her
structures tell of her industrial past life, the life she had before
A history
depicted, rich layers uncovered bear a story to tell
Her growth is
made up of a story of fortune, degeneration to being made anew
Revealed by
the interplay of old and current that floods her visitors’ view
A collective
mix of boutiques and other retail are found within her boarders
Her cluster
of internal courtyards, whose pathways add a sense of order
Her perfume varies from scents of
coffee, new clothes, hair spray and olive trees.
Her hard
surfaces are softened by her very collection of trees and plants
Whose leaves
filter the sunlight and whose rhythm define her paths
Opening up to
her routes are alcoves of vast artefact and array
Passages
characterised by anyone who, for the expensive, will more than willingly pay
Along with places of rest, comfort,
seating and destination
In the air is
heard the sound of coffee cups, fountains, plates, conversation and laughs
A more
pleasant setting, tough her outside setting she contrasts
She offers a
pleasant journey, with ever-changing sights to the art lover
A variety of
things to find in boutiques and interesting foods to discover
Thus she is defined in the uses of her
space.
Deeper within
her gates are small and discoverable spaces
Hidden
between buildings, along with both new and familiar faces
Glazed shop
fronts offer views into her more intimate retreats
Offering
something for the passing through and form those looking for a seat
A collage of culture awakes the senses
and keeps her visitor’s attention busy
Both a
destination and a journey is the blend of her nature
To a variety
of appetites and interests does she to her consumers cater
Her frequent
visitors being of a wealthier state, keeps her character distinct
Creativity is
on the menu for those who pass into the gates of her precinct
Which
gladdens the eye with the many, colourful and distinct shop sign
She still
sits, standing apart from those most near
With no
apparent relation, her lack of local familiarity is clear
A best kept
secret she is to those who make it past her edge
Whose façade
makes it appear as though wealth and a certain class are her entering wedge
One may inquire as to what her name
may be: She is 44 Stanley
FIN
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