At the edge of a pond, it looks a long face somedays, so let it down. Or, at the edge of a pond, never it come to float there are somedays, so let it sink.
A piper announces, the peep show there is, to show the flag.
To place salt to drink with, on her clavicle, where hot water gathers.
Wearing yukatas, on the road a sleeping person, to stride over.
Under blazing sun, behind a banner, a wok there is.