Here I stand

The death siren signals the team to sit beneath the diamond moon. The warden requires this stance once a day in the afternoon. A bird glides between the glass skyscrapers on both sides of the street. He is lost because the glass reflects the sun in the afternoon. A couple sits looking out over the sea and islands in Greece. They drink tea and sweat from the heat of the sun in the afternoon. A pair of Prada glasses lies in the grass, missing its owner. The owner searches; he lost them earlier in the afternoon. I sit in this spot every day after lunch trying not to sleep. The lecture continues, while I try to enjoy my afternoon.