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IH, Unit 9

In Honor of the Summer

I wrote a poem in honor of the summer that arrived

Though I’m not sweating yet, [but] I’m not hiding
My desire for the season whose name is an end to the cold

And in its honor I wrote an ode

I came out to a beach on a spring day in a bathing suite

A cloth blanket, newspaper in hand and sun around

I found sand clear of every man and beast
And laid myself down on my back between sea and dry land

Waves on the water surface

And quiet skies

A spring dream comes up
And it fills me up

A lazy lifeguard was lying in the shade, watching over the view

And two old women on chairs told him good morning

Mister worker the gymnast took off black pants
Took of (his) shirt, did a flip and a backwards summersault

Waves on the water surface…

A couple who came fishing arrived with an instant tent

Built their home in front of the Golan, six feet from me

And meanwhile campers ran to the water
Twenty four girls and twelve boys

Waves on the water surface…

After an hour everything became public property
Popsicles being licked and paddles on the beach

And the dream that came suddenly was sealed and gone

Left me to my rest with a thousand people at the beach.

Waves on the water surface…

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