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ah haru haru
yōinaru kana haru
to un nun
ah spring spring
how great is spring
and so on
29
haru kaze ni
fukidashi warau
hana mogana
spring winds
hoping the flowers burst
out in laughter
96
hatsu hana ni
inochi shichi jyū
go nen hodo
first blossoms
seeing them extends my life
seventy-five more years
my
haiku about haiku
the words are loaded
in the poetic pistol they wait
bang! flowers appear!
simple only, so
around, it sees, it hears, so
in the moment, so
the haiku – not clear
a few words say what they say
everyone says what?
the black ink stands small
tries to fill the empty page
white space fills the rest
a
poem is
a suitcase of words
packed with brain, heart, and soul
ready for travel
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