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(Sunset from Manila)
West wind tastes of salt
I lean into the iMac
Typing about sand and fog
I’ll tell you a Finnish poem:
By the water
Sits a frog, wiping
His glasses on his sleeve.
- Risto Rasa -
Isn’t it like a haiku? It remembers me Basho’s Frog Haiku (Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water. It’s one of many translations)
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