This summer holds me good,
This is my summer special,
Unfolding like a
cute umbrella,
Thwarting my inhibitions;
The wall
hanging with a picture
Of Ooroboros
mystifies me,
Many questions baffle me,
Does it signify beginning
or end,
Or recreation or cyclicality.
The spring’s pouring ,melodious
Cuckoos still
ring , parrots chatter
On the twigs ,beating
the heat
In the summer’s shade
and eventide.
I am agog with the morrow’s boon.
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