Ripe cherries
The starlings are feasting
Don’t mind the fence
Pavement ripped open
For a water supply line
Rain water in the hole
Wagner’s music
Clouds are gathering above
For Odin’s wrath
The summer breeze
Bringing new fragrances
And some gentle rain
Under the grey sky
Grey river flowing slowly
Two black cormorants
So bright this morning
Cicadas won’t sleep no more
Tea rejoices, too
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