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Niji Fuyunu



In the photo darkroom
I leave a postcard
of cherry flowers





A spider's thread,
comes from the florist's





Lotus flower -
a stray sound rises
from a mallet





Rough sea -
the interior of the skipping rope's circle
is wholly empty





Into the greenhouse
the sound of sand
is trying to penetrate





The spotted pear
loses its spots, one by one
in my mother's hand!





Ah, white plum flower!
one passes out
in the library





Passage to the new year
on the spine of the fish
on its parallel lines of small bones well-ordered





cold rain -
this morning I watch the fan





Memorial Haiku



A rainbow stands
in the sky field -
your funeral



Mutsuo Takahashi

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