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The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.

Having planted a banana tree,
I’m a little contemptuous
of the bush clover.

Fall going
and we part,
clamshells on the beach.

Lime blossoms!
Let’s talk about the old days
making dinner in the kitchen.

Out comes the bee
from deep among peony pistils –
oh, so reluctantly!

The first cold showers pour.
Even the monkey seems to want
a little coat of straw.

Lightning-play –
that yesterday was in the east,
is in the west today.

The sound of a bell
struck off center
vanishes in haze.