haiku 16-20
False spring has stripped the
cherry tree of its blossoms,
nothing else blooming.
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Cool sharp smell of the
needles, I always think of
snow: dark green pine trees.
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The pet store betta
stares at me from his tiny
bowl; blows a bubble.
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Spring twilight: a soft
blue sheen to the air and a
hazy moon rising.
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Koh: dusty smell of
dry violet petals; smoke
spiralling upward.
