WHEN THE RAIN COMES
and it stays almost all day, I look around in the garden. And the only creature I see is this fly (next to the four, every minute growing caterpillars) a poor one indeed.
Piet Hein and I set out for a walk, why should we not, but we returned soon enough. For a while we sat on a bench under a roof, hoping for the best.
The best did not reveal itself.
My haiku:
On a flower a fly
Wet as wet can be and who
Will be her rescue?
And the proverb:
Not worth a fly.
1297 R. Gloucester, 428.
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