Warm night, crescent moon,
a heron near the lake—
Is he lonely?
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Showing posts with label lake. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Written Yesterday
Solstice sun still hot --
geese cross the twinkling lake,
never mind the glare.
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Old woman, rushing - -
she stops to smell a rosebush
and hurries away.
geese cross the twinkling lake,
never mind the glare.
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Old woman, rushing - -
she stops to smell a rosebush
and hurries away.
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