After the rain, in the summer park, a cool breeze blows,
A hopping puppy hurry its owner to follow close.
In the open-air café, laughter and chatter, lamps shining late,
Crickets, forgetting their cries, and eavesdrop in darkness and wait.
(Mar.2024. Kinsley Lee)
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