imagine the sound of rain
to the snail
inside its shell
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Michael Battisto
Michael Battisto is a poet and chef. Born in Chicago, he lived in New York, Wyoming, Arizona and Texas. Now he lives and works in Oakland, California.
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What a fun haiku! Applause for your imagination. I really imagined myself in there – felt sort of like St. Mark?s in Venice. Don?t suppose the snail has mosaics and artwork all over the inside of her shell – but who knows?
So good! Makes me really think about the snail. Does it like rain?
Also reminds me of a camping trip when we were in a lake and put the canoe upside down over us…! How we laughed and the echoes.
What a fun haiku! Applause for your imagination. I really imagined myself in there – felt sort of like St. Mark?s in Venice. Don?t suppose the snail has mosaics and artwork all over the inside of her shell – but who knows?
So good! Makes me really think about the snail. Does it like rain?
Also reminds me of a camping trip when we were in a lake and put the canoe upside down over us…! How we laughed and the echoes.
__ Such nice thought, Michael. Rain on that whorl; an image sounds. _m
Really lovely!
Imagine!! ??