It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. Come and join in!
The afternoon thundering has begun. Over a month and a half of washed-out summer. Did I ever mention I work in education and this is the season in which educators recover their sanity? No? Well, I work in education, and my wife and I haven’t seen a day of activities that hasn’t been cut short, or completely rained out. While we do have a bumper crop of mold and mildew on the back porch, the market for these two crops is rather low – supply exceeds demand. We try, oh god, we try to work in recreation in slices. But the weather is uncooperative, so it’s more slice and dice. We have even seen the vultures standing on the banks of our pond, wings spread to dry. They haven’t bothered getting into the water to wash off the offal, our summer faux monsoon showers seem to do the trick!
man in chair looks out
summer sun is false promise
must move or I’ll rust