FERTILE HAIKUS
the sky whose clearness drips through
crooked crevices.
drop. We all saw it at last;
we all jumped for joy.
on water begging wind please
pour me my father.
breaks falls on leaf growing to
meet it halfway there.
the sky whose clearness drips through
crooked crevices.
drop. We all saw it at last;
we all jumped for joy.
on water begging wind please
pour me my father.
breaks falls on leaf growing to
meet it halfway there.