A square,
cutting heat,
white midday light,
sharp sounds echoing,
dove repelling children
chasing each other.
I put on dark sun-glasses,
for privacy, and liberty
to watch people, as I wait,
alone in the shadow from the tower.
Heights and I don't mingle.
No view for me.
So I wait,
while I eat my ice cream,
on the square,
nervously, playing with the thought
that they'll never come down, and
I'll be completely alone,
not knowing the language,
or where the car is parked.