Evening tram

The sunlight threatened o’er a rooftop.

In the shade my glare weary eyes relaxed.

Still the sheen spelt across the terracotta border

promised something I could not live without.

Even if the fierce light burned deeply,

to the point that my pain limit was tested,

my pleasure was also in extracting

the life source, the energy, the soul.

I closed my eyes at the next gap,

which fell between two tall buildings,

let my eyelids bathe in the evening’s rays.

I allowed myself joy where once there was pain.

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