2017年06月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 269th. week

Like a smoke screen, the sounds not to hear, he listens to.
Of my kocher, to exceed the boiling point, on going over the mountain.
Rain showers fall, on today also taking his children along, the scissors grinder does.
To sober my up, a woman stretching herself out, reading the lines on her palm.
A wash‐line pole, before rain falls, yawns.

posted =oyo= : 08:58 | comment (0) | trackBack (0) | The Lion Sleeps Tonight