03-14-2014, 02:32 PM 
	
	
	(03-14-2014, 07:02 AM)cidermaid Wrote: Hi ray,Thanks... Weird things these poems. They're tiny arrows that point somewhere,
Like the simplicity of this one and the hidden depths that i found. I think this format should make you pause and re-read or ponder. So job well done.
and it's up to the reader to go there (assuming they want dancing instructions).
To much information: I was looking on the web for a more complete
list of Japanese summer season words (for no particular reason at all)
when I ended up at a history site on the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.
The first page that came up had pictures and the date: August 6, 1945.
OH! The great god of the internet had found me my Japanese summer
season word.
The great god of the internet works quickly and ironically.
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