Dulce y Agrio

Mediterranean summer
Butter flavoured candy heat
sweeps
even at this late hour
when no traces of glitter
scatter the sky
On the balcony
breezes of other cultures
languages
glaze the heat
But, somehow
none of it can matter
not
now, there’s yelling in the halls
With the clashing of worlds
and the long forgotten heating of
the sun
it’s shards remain
Like a butterfly effect
screaming, each surely
falls down