in the hot sun
mosquito bites on places i usually wear clothes
wild bamboo over there…
wanting to see the call
of the cuckoo
morning commute green season in the ricefields
a bucket of frogs
from his grandma
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So much to enjoy here! It was worth waiting for. Pathos, nicely-poised ambiguity, kinaesthesia, centrifugal/centripetal effects. Masterly.
It was very nice to see you again at Saga.
I like the frog one!
I agree with Mayumi.
The earthiness of the language in the final haiku, combined with the image of a proud child at the end of day, makes this a poignant and effective piece of poetry.
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