I ask the scarecrow,
“Have you anything to say?”
“Caw, without a rhyme”
The Cat sits with me,
One of us is mistaken,
I think it is me
Haiku before love,
It begs the expectation -
Will he read all night?
My carrot is peach,
Shorter than a cucumber,
Long enough for you
Let’s take a shower,
Pleasure in the warm water,
No where to lie down
Rain and wind tonight,
I hold you under covers,
Your bush gets so wet
The scent of rain drops,
Evaporated bone dust,
Will our seeds spring soon?
It made me angry,
“How can you be more than I?”
(The Hydrangea bloom)
We climb mount Fuji,
The common snail does not,
Our gardens can’t wait
Something about “it,”
Now I am the great master,
All haiku, the same
The sound of one hand
Clapping, but for whom, or what?
I wrote that, it’s me!
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