SUMMER MEADOW
By Tomas Tranströmer
There’s so much we must be witness to.
Reality wears us so thin
but here is summer at last:
a large airport — the controller brings
down planeload after planeload of frozen
people from outer space.
The grass and the flowers — here’s where we land.
The grass has a green supervisor
I report to him.
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