hermit's face forms
amid river ripples:
fades like dream remnant.
Hermit’s Face [Haiku]
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There once was a man from Austria
prone to coffee house nausea.
“Our cafés are held dear,
but I can’t go near…”
said that lonely, skinny man of Austria.
Golden Treasury of Quatrains & Octaves by Xu. Yuanchong (translator)There was a Bedouin from the UAE
who never in his life had seen a tree.
Walking through lands
of endless sands,
he had nothing to hide behind to take a pee.
There was a Cambodian archaeologist
who dug up temples in jungles – get the gist.
But one day his dig,
under a Strangler Fig,
got him strangled… or so claimed the botanist.
There was a sweet girl from the Netherlands
who worried the hard rains might never end.
When street became moat,
She traded bike for boat.
At canal-surfing she became a veteran.