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2017年4月2日 星期日

The Call of Summer (夏之呼喚)

Dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dee....
Dee.... dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dood...

This is what filled my ears on my way to Mui Wo today, the first time in many days the sun came out.


Such rapid vibrations of the air are probably the call and response of male and female cicada, the harbingers of summer from behind the leaves, cleaving to the branches of the trees on either side of the road, hoping desperately to be able to catch their mates before they're caught by the grim reaper.
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a red ball defying its prison


tiny flowers on the side of the path


 branches heavy with seeds,


rushes against the sky


parallel paths, same and yet not the same


glory under the sun


against the hills


waiting for their fence


first to bloom


It won't be long now


free decorations


chillies in flight


faded glory


the sprites of summer


 annual reminders of the bygone college exams