2024年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 672nd. week

Only the head, beyond the dream I dreamed, laughing at.
The roof creaking, of a woman playing her cello, like the scapula.
At the corner with house plants, made left their seats, the secretary there.
A boy rejected by them, a stone stuck in a rut, who give a long look.
A day for sun-drying, shirts of the guardian, hung on inside out also.

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