Saturday, January 30, 2016

In the Spirit of Rengetsu

Through fleeing clouds
quivering new moon
pale calligraphy

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tiny crooked cup
stolen by the beggar child
look the other way

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thin blue skin
in a cold winter bath
scrubbing hard

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between lily pads
a serious little face
koi kisses her nose

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heartbroken lines
crossing down the page
emptying into the sea

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longing for friend
alone on a journey
the cries of geese

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the arrow hums
a rider hits the target
the perfect word

1 comment:

  1. late for work
    the steam from my teacup
    is too beautiful

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