senryu group

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in and out the door

headed to work—

wanting someone 

to cook me gumbo

.

under a soft moon 

working overnight...

the word 'excoriate' 

is very interesting 

.

more convinced spring

will soon be over...

won't someone 

give me winter again

.

quietly, quietly 

walking this courtyard

everywhere 

darkness and more darkness

.

from 

a bush 

orange colored butterfly

rising...rising...

.

staring at flowers

nonchalantly—

ive never heard

turtle's cry

.

with slow steps

an old man 

passes by—

cigarette smoking 

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