There was a Zen master named Ikkyū who was thought by many to be cuckoo. He'd allow a toot on his very own flute. Which was unbecoming of flutists (& monks, too.)
Ikkyū Limerick
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standing proudly,
in the murky step well:
water lilies.

a painted stork,
at water’s edge,
seeks its moment.
"in the trenches" what a circuit that phrase has taken: from the Western Front of World War I, where the trenches were cold, claustrophobic places of mud and creeping mustard gas; harbor & prison for shell-shocked souls at wit's end to become used by businesspeople & politicians to describe metaphorical fights... but there are no metaphorical fights, they should be called metaphorical games games have winners & losers, but not the living & the dead & the dying & the disabled & the permanently disturbed it feels like a frivolous bit of linguistic creep as fighters now stand on cold, wet feet in muddy trenches in Eastern Ukraine talk of salespeople or grassroots political organizers as "in the trenches" misses the point that everyone in trenches is a soldier -- be they a salesperson in the metaphorical "trenches" of calmer days.

through winter woods,
the hilltop clearly stands
that hides in spring.

a white bird
& its black reflection
flare together.

summer: at dawn,
in liquid metal waters,
an egret prowls.