At four in the afternoonAfter the rain
Comes the blessing of sweet summer wind
Rays of sun shimmying between branches
A solitary white chair declares the greenness of the grass;
It is a soundstage for the songs of innumerable birds
The nearby woods a velvet curtain
I sit on my summer porch
Eating two peaches and a plum
Their tart juice surprised my tongue
Words of praise dance on my lips
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