like a summer flower

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,

over potholes

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.


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