2016年06月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 215th. week

To hold hands, a scar by rubber band, her ring finger to be injured.
By newly-married woman, like carring with it a whiff of, rattling of the house comes.
Two Buddhist priests, on a lotus pedestal their chins, going a million miles away. Or, in the Japanese New Year, a chin on the stand, going a million miles away.
Not having enough to drink, to crush it in my hand, tasting an empty can.
At siesta time, to pretend a cat, put my hands in.

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