Since they'd offered me something to drink,
I settled down on the kitchen porch,
between the cardboard boxes and the boys’ brawling,
as he stretched in the hand a sweaty glass of water.
Then I saw (if one can see among believers)
that my hands were bare and I had myself
nothing with which to pay them back,
except, maybe, with a sun (like this)
sparkling behind clouds.
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