It’s my turn to compliment Jack on a nice turn of phrase, one I’m now going to adapt to yet another haiku, which, as anybody can tell you, is easier than writing a novel.
Summer sun-swollen
Dead horse abuzz with blowflies
Conjures the World Cup.
“Not beautiful,” is Sara’s opinion. She could be right. But, hey. There are already enough haiku-ish conventions without some rule it’s also got to be beautiful.
The illustration is from David M. Hart’s webpage, … Read more