Walking on an Empty Beach in Heavy Fog
This fog is more confusing than
any expression could expose.
A black flag waves, then disappears
into some chaos I suppose
was pre-existing. Footprints tell
the story of an empty shell.
Sandcastles fall—back towards the sand.
The sea is just a narrow pool
with shores defined by now and then.
The wind has turned to east and cool.
A pickup truck steers slowly by
appearing to personify
the driving force of this disorder,
although I guess someone went fishing.
An old seagull is standing at
the breakers, staring out and wishing
for something only seagulls know.
My feet defy this undertow.
Gregory Perry 2004
FIREFLY
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Someone asked me about firefly hokku, so here is one by Shiki (yes, I know
Shiki would have called it a haiku, but it is a summer hokku in form and
content...
4 days ago
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