We sat outside

photo of sycamore-leaf shadows on the pavement

We sat outside the café,
stretched our legs

and soaked our feet
in the pool of sunshine

that dimpled and flickered
with the shifting

and whispering
of the sycamores overhead.

We forgot that tomorrow
the clocks go back,

that wet leaves will plaster
the chairs and tables.

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