Coffee, Markets, Blossoms
My Japanese mother-in-law
born in America
tough with brokers
a smart trader
grew up working barefoot
in the Delta, on the farm.
Doesn’t like Japan.
Sits in the early morning
by the window, coffee in hand,
gazing at cherry blossoms.
Jean Koda
needing no poem.
Gary Snyder, danger on peaks: pg. 66
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
2 months ago
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