Huge Senryu Cluster #2 April 14

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weary, whispering my angst to a goldfish

onions in stew: stern look on his face

boring—he never sees the magic of the moon

lawn mowed...lunch will be sardines out a can

season of plover bushes and sudden divorces


Noh drama

on tv—

my life has no

ratings


in bed, Kurosawa film watches me

midmorning coffee, barely hiding my irritation

in raindrops, becoming blooming spider lilies

woman carrying groceries, sun shining aslant with attitude

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