one bloom faces me;
two face away.
what'd I do?
What’d I Do? [Senryū]
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wildflowers hide
in a tiny valley
between granite slabs.

withered daisies
approach season’s end,
but retain charm.

in a one step span
reflected flowers come
in and out of view.

malformed tree
stands rigid against
a Summer gust.

caterpillars
on each branch;
leaves, but memories.

yellow daisies grow
from crack & fissure;
bridging Summer & Fall.