2025年01月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 681st. week

Dressing up, and waiting for his obituary, a woman there.
On writing the address, in a large hand, Kojimachi the words.
For sobering up, using the belly like Budai's, as my pillow.
Extremity cold, only spitzes, no howling in the night.
With dried persimmons, fluttering in the wind, thighs is.

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