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Dark-eyed girls
Their olive skin glowing with a fire
That is hidden to me
Watch with intense indifference
As late afternoon’s Sun
Its orange hue streaked through
With veins of envy
Slices shadows across the Square
Dances patterns on breeze-kissed pools
Fountain-fed like babes in arms
Then dips its head once more
From sight
Raise drinks to their mouths
As if in a celebratory toast
Words lipped to the sky
To fall as a screen to their hearts
Their eyes alight briefly
Hint for a second at a truth only they can see
And are lost to me again
Like sunset.