Clouds
This nuclear sun over Nerja
seems to be a false detonation
just short of early November
sent with no sense of guilt
It sears the white on sunbeds
and encourages black beach vendors
equally fearful of seasonal clouds
like those dropped by atomic gods
experts at praying against shade:
stay caught on the peak of the hills
tied to the now-misted heights
by beaded string to rosemary.