The crane's legs
have gotten shorter
in the spring rain.
*
A field of cotton–
as if the moon
had flowered.
*
Another year gone–
hat in my hand,
sandals on my feet.
*
Harvest moon–
walking around the pond
all night long.
*
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
*
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
*
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.
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