Haiku

The weak grove striving;
It is the supple soldier.
Withdrawing, I shine.

Not loose, not waiting,
Sanka comes to the prison.
This flat prison dives.

Light, sighing, dying,
Gichin sings. Moki rebels,
Retiring, striving.

***

Never gnarled, but thin,
Yoko knows all flat sparrows.
Angry, she enchants.

Not low, not silent,
Glad Child comes to the hunter.
His blunt seagull writes.

Not cold, not eager,
Glad Child comes to the prison.
Her old shadow dreams.

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Dream, hide.
With dry rocks Retire, ascend.
With slow caves Flow, play: wandering.

The gnarled wave looking;
It is the serene forest.
Retiring, I sit.

Shell thin and supple,
Declining near the maple;
Sighing, far soldier.

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The blue stream diving;
It is the wrinkled spirit.
Wondering, I creep.

Behind the dark sea,
As the upright water sinks,
I crave; the moon fails.

The even sea glows
While fallen forests rebel.
Does the soft tree move?