those smiles which twist and turn

There is a place that I didn’t think still existed, but I found it again today.
This is the place; it is where the sun separates the greens from the blues as they swirl under the golden sequin shell.
This is where the bridge smiles over the busy neighbours and is pushed into an arc by the swarms of people trying to get their glimpse of the storyboard harbour.
Some neighbours jostle for the world to see in their battered and classical homes whilst others are never home to see their mansions stretching fat bodies against a green winding cliff.
There are people with my humour and my pent-up passions who have also become the organs of the mainframe. People who want to hop scotch and hurdle around more then they want to dictate the world around them.
People that will make you laugh like you forgot how to, with an embarrassing enthusiasm, which echoes back the escaping closing note of abandon.
If only to find this place you didn’t have to leave everything behind.