More smoke and fire
For air conditioning
Heating the heat
One swallow
Doesn’t make a summer
Midsummer night
Swallows are hunting
Serene moon guarding the
dusk
And nightingale’s song
A yellow opening
In between the dark grey
clouds
River runs oily
Dull Sunday morning
Rain wetting the lonely
street
A magpie parades, though
.
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