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).