GLARE

Nothing could resist

the noon August sun that

set on fire the thick air, the roofs.

We drank pop at the café and

our concerns buzzed like dizzy flies

up to the moment

when Stella appeared

on the opposite window.

She had two triangular pieces

of sunshine on her calico underarms.

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