Down out in the wind
sun glints on this pen
spreads blindingly over the whipped white water.
A clear view of the wind
here in the red benched half circle
where seasons stay the same
one
endless summer
weaving gold and fire on the trees.
The Summer man smiles blazed bright
in the red shelter and marvels at what he sees.
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