blue dragonflies shimmer and coast
above the rice paddies,
the cicadas weep,
the farmers flaunt their wares (pears)
beside the busy highway,
the car bumps and rolls under rain,
in the small street
beside the cemetery.
the chestnuts drop heavily
onto the cement in the backyard
and inside, the children sing
in faltering English.
the mosquitos never cease their bite.
a rash blooms, like a summer flower
on my neck.
it will be fall soon.