A sun still full of summer shine
Blue ray sky thin but still robust
High definition world exudes
Unsullied hope vacation dreams
Perched on the end of café line
A yoga addict strokes her bust
A botox culture interlude
Infused with herbs and primal screams.
Two generations of the fit
Bathed in the light that warms my cheek
Where prayer mats stacked against the wall
Provide a cushion for the day
And now no places left to sit
Proximity has reached its peak
As conversations rise and fall
A canopeed Palmeira play.
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