the air is full of contradictions:
pregnant with heat,
penetrated by a cool breeze;
darkening brightness, despite
the bruised clouds
and patches of sun.
the other cafe customers
at the sidewalk tables
avoid commenting
on the coming tumult.
we deny the inevitable
by resolutely sipping
and chewing,
but our feet are not tangled
in the chairs' legs
as they might have been.
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