Poem-a-day challenge day 19 is to write a memory. Enough with the bad memories, how about something strange? I lived in Japan from 1981 through 1983. These memories are just the tip of the iceburg. ^_^
Okinawa could be puzzling. Like when
the hotel elevator stopped between
floors, swaying, shuddering, then moving down
again. Earthquakes happen all the time, we’re
told. We always take the stairs after that.
Trucks travel the streets, playing merry tunes,
not selling ice cream, but picking up trash.
The loudspeaker-voice saying: Yamuimo?
Selling hot yams from the back of the truck.