The sun plays on the fronds of the ferns,
the ones which frame the courtyard in dappled glitters
of sweet breeze through palm.
Light dribbles lucidly across the cobblestones,
a symphony of pigeon toes scuttling
across stones with nails like safety pins.

The barista has her fingers twisting
through her hair and sex on the mind.

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