The end of a summer
As
I stared helplessly
at the reflection of my own face
in the
large curved bowl
at the end of a spoon,
summer
vacation
drew fully to an end.
The
chorus of cicadas vibrating the screen door
suddenly picks up in
intensity —
as if to transport me
back to the entrance to
summer.
Kiji Kutani
Sun is almost gone. Long days and secluded nights of this strange lonely summer are over. I go out for a walk in an empty city, taking advantage of the last warm days. Blue sky on my back, high-heeled sandals, and coloured bracelets. The best is yet to come.
Fin de fiesta. Se terminan una vez más los largos días y las felices noches de éste verano tan extraño. Salir a caminar aprovechando los ultimos días buenos. Con el azul del cielo en el pecho, sandalias de tacón, y pulseras de colores. Lo mejor siempre está por llegar.
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