I live near sea stretching to the horizon
among trees: groves and woods of them, so deep I don’t know the end of them
with water raining from the sky, rushing down culverts, flooding paddies
under sun and blue sky
with clouds that sometimes glow like lanterns
green growth rampant, stirring in the breeze
butterflies flitting, darting dragonflies, birdsong and seething insects
croak of frogs; a passing car; shouts of children
a wind-bell tinkles; whirr of an electric fan
redolent mosquito coil; incense from a graveyard
the drone, the smell of cutting grass
Through the senses, the hours of summer pass
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