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Off-Beat Haiku and Tanka III

why do you
not walk with me in
cherry blossom time?

does it please you more
to see me cry?

        playing as children
        peeking through the fence
        at the neighbors.
                  as dry rain
                  my poems water
                  no flower.

                  a wind that
                  rattles no leaves.

summer breeze.
the coarse rattle of
the wheat field.

            fallen tears.
            the flower petals
            pool at my feet.

            only the spring
            returns to me.

                    sounds of a
                    stream tickling rocks
                    in summer.
              copyright © 2013 by mari t
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