My Huckleberry QualityI'll be greeting you tomorrow from Frenchman Bay. The last Acadian fling for the year.
Their lives are ruined for the territory—
the torrent of inspection leaves them downcast,
always imagining perfection but
discovering Los Angeles instead.
And so they’re stuck between the coast to coast
of supernatural comics and the creature
comforts desired by all. Nebraska ain’t
the place to settle when the reaper calls.
But someone has to live in Sigma Sioux.
Someone has to measure non-existent
circles against an existential crop—
calculate the fault line, from the tipping
point to somewhere near a balance sheet.
And someone has to fill that flaw with wheat.
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...
2 weeks ago
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