Friday, January 8, 2016

Haiku After Reading Issa

It's chilly tonight...
no fire warms my little room,
so, one more blanket.

Squirrels, dogs, on the roof
dancing over my ancient head,
not loud like fireworks.

I've juggled my life
between joys and tragedies...
"Good job", still, sadness.

No more drinking, no
more sake, I've had enough:
get high on what's here.

The church bells don't sound
as loud as they used
hearing is fading.

Read Issa tonight...
his mind was part of nature...
dogs under the moon.


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