96.
Mint on the windowsill
Not sentient
But responding to light.
97.
Singers in the hall
Feign disenfranchisement
For which I fall.
98.
All the lost haiku,
Absconded in winter
From the terror of myself.
96.
Mint on the windowsill
Not sentient
But responding to light.
97.
Singers in the hall
Feign disenfranchisement
For which I fall.
98.
All the lost haiku,
Absconded in winter
From the terror of myself.
