of consciousness returned to its creation—
where only I could tell her what transpired.
She recollected nothing of her visitor
or any divination she acquired,
except the message she had left with me
before she left her principality
WET MORNING
-
A cooling summer hokku from a reader in Japan: In morning rain,They have
nothing to say —The crows. David
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