Great grey river crests, carves out new eddies, twists and bends, stiff currents rushing the steep bank below the tea house. Free of winter’s grip, we sip white and amber teas in the warm noonday, serenaded by water.
Rain fell in the night
plucking dream strings easily,
samisen music
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As The Crow Flys – Haibun
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Thanks. I always love these poems.
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Exquisite.
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