I'm reminded of a converted mine sweeper, force 8 gales up top, and giant prawn curry sailing into a French port and even as a child, shocking the old sailors that a 12 year old could drink big glasses of wine with schnapps. :-)
No rice wine here…
the in-between season
I follow the Mogami River
n.b. [the small gap between Summer and Autumn if the tsukutsukubôshi cicadas
at Sumadera are heard to ‘sing’ (which I did)]
Publications credits: World Haiku Review Japan Article Vending machines and cicadas (2003); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 (Akita International Haiku Network, Part 1, Japan 2010); The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012).
Really nicely done, Julie!
Thank you for this pom, Julie!!
And thank you for making me win again, Julie!!!
I love these contests so much!!!! They are so unbiased!!!!!
I make you win and compliment on your poem, and in return you make me win and compliment on my poem!!!!!! It's a win-win!!!!!!!
For us I mean, Julie…
And for the talented naive losers who don't belong to our circles, Julie, you can say again your old slogan: "these pomes will surely find their home somewhere else, bye! Julie"