On the second floor balcony
sun blinding finding it's way through hands and eyelids
here we seek leisure caffeine and the novelty of pet time
waitresses wear their vests and formal pants
Their smiles and practice at the word no need work
The first floor muggy cramped and electric
nerves and anxiety running through foodtrays
veins out to hands that serve us
sunset forms like a birth in the sky
between hills sinking low
magical breeze stirring
a miracle
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