patch of grass
my dog likes to water
on the greenbelt
no box to leave an offering
no bell to ring
i don’t bow or clap my hands
still,
the kami bends an ear
new year’s morning
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
patch of grass
my dog likes to water
on the greenbelt
no box to leave an offering
no bell to ring
i don’t bow or clap my hands
still,
the kami bends an ear
new year’s morning
two cups, jasmine tea
red border decorates one
second, plain but full
Friday haiku!
the green tea is hot
and only slightly bitter
outside the wind blows