05.03.02

sunlight collects in drops
gathering up the sides,
splashed casually against walls,
tabletops,
people;
voices chatter endlessly
and the cappucino machine shrieks
expelling coffee, steam and useless foam.
People walk into the light
unaware that it is high tide
and that they could drown
if they stay too long:
skin inviting malignancies
eyes weakened by the rays.
Everyone wants to be a god,
bronzed, invincible
cast in these golden hues
it's easy to overlook the danger
if it means being revered.

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