Three Haiku   (c)

 

 

                    Such a moon -

                    the thief

                    pauses to sing.

 

                    It pierces though me

                    to stumble in our bedroom

                    on my dead wife’s comb.

 

                    Avoiding fishnet

                    and fishing lines,

                    moon on the water.

 

                                    - Yosa Buson (1716-1783) Japanese

 

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