nature makes no
straight rivers; men make none
that meander.
River Differences (Or, Follow Your Lazy) [Senryū]
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the sun rises
on a quiet city
as it wakes.

sunrise orange
sparkles on the lake;
lone fisher casts nets

thin moon crescent
shines brightly on a
cold, winter night.

A small arc of sun
stands above the trees
Like the tufts of hair
that give away the
hiding boy who can’t
judge hairdo height.
The next time I turn around,
I see Sun -- fully out and
stalking up behind me,
looming larger.