At the Water’s Edge

Heat crept in
Around the curtains
Drawn tightly
Across the sun
Small clouds
Braved open sky
Beaten back down
At too young an age
Children ate ice cream
Brought by a singing truck
While a man in a suit
Played in the fountain
His briefcase abandoned
At the water’s edge


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