Summer Meadow
One has seen so much.
Reality has worn one out,
but summer is here at last:
a big air-port - the air-traffic controller takes down
loads upon loads with frozen people
from space.
The grass and the flowers - here we land.
The grass has a green boss.
I register.
(translated by me.)
(not his official translator.
He is just a friend.)
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