Summer

I hear leaves at the back when I'm absorbed in fishing.
I look back. And many wild monkeys watch me without any move.
It appears I've got in their way. I'm scared. So I shut my eyes to them.

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The river's summer come around with cicada after the rainy season.
I'm soaked with sweat and go up the river
but there isn't good fishing though I got so tired. The Japanese proverb says
"There's only one trout for every 2.5 miles in summer".
I give up and take a nap in the shade of the tree.

When I am fishing since the early morning and the sun began rising highly,
I meet swallowtail butterfly shining emerald green
on the white and dry riverbank.

Where have all the Trout gone? I can't find them.
I wonder if fisherman had caught them or they had hidden in bubbles of streams.
That's a wonder.

I witness a big Trout jumping at a Red dragonfly.
The dragonfly has never played an active part in the fishing
which occupies my fly case since that day.

Summer