He weathered a storm,
dying of thirst while drowning,
got a second chance.
Categories: Daily Life, PoetryTags: blossom, bug, cucumber, drinking, haiku, nectar, Poetry, storm, summer
Published by Jiri Krecek
Infrared photographer, field recordist, haiku writer, and former JPMorgan VP turned independent consultant. I find signal in noise — whether in risk, bookkeeping data, IR light, ambience of an evening city, or three lines of verse.
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