Hibiscus
reaches for pollen; though
pollen is nomadic.
The Flower That Reaches [Senryū]
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Summer night:
bell pavilion - silent,
but for cricket chirp.

stream cascade:
soft water burble drowns out
the city’s noise.
Lost
in a foggy wood.
all the trees alike,
no long view,
no hint of the sun's position...
(or existence.)
just the vertical stripes of
straight pinetree trunks --
like the bars
of the cell
of a giant --
laid against a fluffy white
backdrop.
I can scurry between
the bars, like a mouse,
but am still lost
and still caged.