24
  July
No one is in the street but a sparrow;
it hops on the glittering sidewalk.
and at last flies—into a dusty tree. 

25
About an excavation
a flock of bright red lanterns
has settled.

26
The twigs of our neighbor’s bush are so thin,
I can hardly see the black lines;
the green leaves seem to float in the air.

27
The bush with gaudy purple flowers is in the back yard—
seen only by its mistress, cats, and the white butterflies.

28
The cat in our neighbor’s yard has convulsions:
from her mouth a green jet on the pavement—
she has added a leaf to their garden.

29
  August
The trees have worn their leaves shabby.