My haiku comes from a memory of south China: dry, cracked farmers fields, the locals struggling to work some crops out of the dust. Meanwhile, brightly-painted new infrastructure took water overhead to some far-off destination.
The image was taken last week, while I was mulling over CB's haiku, gratefully received via e-mail recently.
P.s. That's my shupu pot, which sees very little use - I drink all of my shupu in my office. The unusual turn of events was brought about by a gushu (!) shupu from Essence of Tea. Tasty stuff.
Haikai no renga, anyone? :)
ReplyDeleteMy haiku comes from a memory of south China: dry, cracked farmers fields, the locals struggling to work some crops out of the dust. Meanwhile, brightly-painted new infrastructure took water overhead to some far-off destination.
ReplyDeleteThe image was taken last week, while I was mulling over CB's haiku, gratefully received via e-mail recently.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
P.s. That's my shupu pot, which sees very little use - I drink all of my shupu in my office. The unusual turn of events was brought about by a gushu (!) shupu from Essence of Tea. Tasty stuff.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteWow, yes. Gorgeous photograph. Thanks for using my haiku!
ReplyDeleteThe image that evoked yours is an apt analogy for all kinds of economic parasitism.
Your cracked desert reminded me of it. Thanks again for the excellent haiku!
ReplyDeleteToodlepip,
Hobbes