Long things beach here:
concrete pylons, railroad ties,
styrofoam swim noodles.
What is a “styrofoam swim noodle”? Here’s a picture: http://www.amazon.com/Water-Log-Swimming-Pool-Noodles/dp/B002H3E8N8/ref=pd_sbs_sg_3
Long things beach here:
concrete pylons, railroad ties,
styrofoam swim noodles.
What is a “styrofoam swim noodle”? Here’s a picture: http://www.amazon.com/Water-Log-Swimming-Pool-Noodles/dp/B002H3E8N8/ref=pd_sbs_sg_3
Two haiku and a photo, just received from Kamome:
Odour of leafmould suspires
From the grass verges.
Kamome writes: I cannot find ‘suspire’ in any online dictionary; I learnt it from Fitzgerald’s quatrain in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam: ‘Now the New Year reviving Old Desires,/The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires./Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough/Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.’ There is definitely a New Year association, of the rebirth of the seasons, and of life still breathing in us.
New Year’s ladybird
Appears on my armchair drape –
‘Home is where you are.’
Spiralling seagulls:
This frozen-footed pigeon
Pauses to admire
Early morning breath
Dissolving like a dream:
White heron swooping
First frost:
Past brooding cormorants
Seagulls head upstream
New Year’s. The clouds
slide apart just long enough
for a kiss: full moon.
A new dawn:
Seagulls, and sunshine sparkles
Children flying kites
At dawn in Waikiki:
Pale water pooled –
To the lattice manhole lid
The bill of a dove
蒼き水マンホールのくぼみに鳩漱ぐ
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The debut of a new period drama series, “Ryoma”, reminded me of how in 2008 I had driven alone to search for a secret road crossing the Shikoku mountains, through which Sakamoto Ryoma had fled from the Tosa domain:
Repaired stone wall
Of the escape road from the fief,
Already mossy
脱藩の道整えし石垣既に苔生す