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
MORNING SOUND
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Another spring hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: Early morning;The
very first sound —A pheasant’s cry. Aside from being a pleasant verse, this
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