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fishing story—
my imagination fills
spaces between his hands
Wally Swist, Gristmill's Trough, 8 | Koho Shoda, Lake Biwa
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In the spring of joy,
when even the mud chuckles,
my soul runs rabid,
snaps at its own bleeding heels,
and barks: “What is happiness?”
Philip Appleman ("For Satori") | Kazuo Shiraga
#tanka #micropoetry