mladi vrabčki

čivkanje z vrbe

zaduši dež

še ena ploha
polžek se prebija
skozi lužo

oblaki se trgajo
mušica pije dež
s homulice

soparen popoldan
vrana se ozre
za žvižgom vlaka

a brief explanation

i suppose the information in the previous post (aka haibun) has been insufficient if not misleading.

the banking union (yes, that's what i do for a living) organises sporting games every year. i used to ba an active sportist in my time (basketball in the past; 9-pin bowling and boules lyonnaise/sport bowls up until recently) so i'm practically obliged to compete for my team. i quit playing basketball since the knee injury in 2000 but i still bowl and that's where my teammates and i won the first place.

the price of winning (haibun)

saturday night. after two days of intermittent rain the clouds begin to thin out. the night air is fresh and sharp. and it tastes of salt – a sign the sea is near.

we enter a huge tent. we arrive early but the air already reeks of sweat and booze and cigarette smoke. and as more people come in and begin to shuffle and dance beneath the rostrum it becomes increasingly stuffy. i want to leave but my colleagues convince me to stay until the end of the award ceremony. we have a cup to collect.

2 a.m.
a gull glides above
the hotel roof

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sobotni večer. po dveh dneh občasnega dežja se oblaki tanjšajo. nočni zrak je svež in oster. diši po soli - znak, da morje ni daleč.

vstopimo v velik šotor. zgodnji smo, a zrak že zaudarja po znoju in pijači in cigaretnem dimu. ko vstopa še več ljudi in se začne prerivati in poplesavati pod odrom, postaja vse bolj zadušljivo. rada bi odšla,a me kolegice prepričajo, da ostanem do konca podelitve. prevzeti moramo pokal.

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dve zjutraj

galeb zdrsne prek

strehe hotela

another...

... weekend out of town.
croatia this time.
wish me luck :)