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 Noise


early summer

people with a bag

or a dog


dog, dog, another dog

that are called

dogs of May

 

heads smile

when struck

clematises


hands and foot

passion flowers blooming

in brightness


the same hand

is behind

lacecap hydrangeas


washing hair

lively like

a patient


a small voice

from a skinny child

in summer


dusk of water

hands blooming on the glass

 

too many tin walls

overflowing trumpet creepers


when it turns golden

clouds are broken

rainy season

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