Before the boats return from dry
dock’s winter-long sabbatical
the harbor soaks up early sun
without a passing sail of care
filling primeval emptiness
with deep subconscious images:
blue water, waves, white-caps, a floating bird,
and unseen creatures named without one word.
CLEAR WATER
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I have mentioned this very simple summer hokku in at least two previous
postings, but never explained how or why it “works.” So here it is again,
re-transl...
3 days ago
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