Summer at West Lake

Four score and seven days ago
I prayed for cool life-giving rain
The storms have passed, a haze remains
Within the haze a heat's contained
A sleepy summer saunters on
Scented lotus, baby toads
Each year West Lake regenerates
Young love captured in cameras
Sunflower seeds littered among
Straw mats and smoky oil lamps
Mingled voices lost within
The motorbikes of fishermen
A silver moon rests placidly
Upon the surface of the lake
Ev'ry night before I sleep
Until the morn' before I wake.

-Zac Herman

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