Just enough to wet the throat
Of a sewer rat.
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A field of cotton–
had flowered.Translated by Robert Hass
Winter solitude–
the sound of wind.Translated by Robert Hass
It is with awe
Fresh leaves, green leaves,Bright in the sun.
old pond…..
water’s sound
On New Year’s Day
as winter dusk descends
Cedar umbrellas, off
the cherry blossoms.