Laundering
high tide
washes away
the last footprints of summer
Beginnings and endings.
Obviously it’s the dead of winter in Australia, but a man can dream. I just uncovered a huge archive of old haikus I wrote years ago, and they’re almost all about summer: its birth, death and general goings on. I wonder what kind of mood I was in to be so obsessed with such a thing.
(Actually I think I know: the last haiku project I attempted started with a burst of productivity in December, but died on the vine before I could even make it to autumn. Pity.)
Music today is multiple choice: would you like the original Boys of Summer by Don Henley, the electronic cover by DJ Sammy, or the alternative cover by The Ataris? Personally I’d choose The Ataris, since that version has some much-needed aggression to it. The titular boys of summer sound like jerks.