"Why Can't I Be Different and Original . . . Like Everybody Else?" - Viv Stanshall
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Summer Night
Late at night, the faint sound of someone pounding rice.
Dew drips from the bamboo onto the firewood pile
And the plants along the garden are also moist.
Frogs croak in the distance but then seem very close.
Fireflies light low, then high.
Wide awake; sleep is far off.
Smoothing out the pillow, I let my thoughts drift.
- Ryokan (1758-1831)
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