Her hand dipped lazily into

the fountain.

Cloud shadows drifted over the square,

shading tourists and children.

Summer was yielding to fall.

Orange and yellow drinks, wide

brimmed hats and tables with lovers

settled into a mild afternoon.


The woman at the fountain looked up,

shielding her eyes like Cleopatra observing

a desert of endless sands.

Droplets resembling diamonds fell from

her hand.


It was a moment between breaths.

The clouds parted, shadows vanished

and so did she.


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