winds of autumn—
water less transparent
than the fins of fish
Takajo Mitsuhashi
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I know nothing
Of the waters
Or the woods
All I can think
Is that a memory
May be triggered
By the sea being in front of you
With the tree strewn mountains
Rising behind you
And the fishermen
Laying their wares on the tables
Beside the harbour walls
Where strong coffee is taken
While smoking roll-your-own cigarettes
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan