Humid Zen Fog

So, the writing well has been empty over the past few days. There has been too much heat and humidity here in Minnesota, and my brain is just running slow. In the meantime, here's a little poem for you all, from Issa (1763 - 1828). even poorly plantedrice plantsslowly, slowly...green!

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