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An Old Silent Pond

by deepti
 
Artwork by Sloane Adler
 

 
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.
 
 
O snail
Climb Mount Fuji,
But slowly, slowly!
 
Trusting the Buddha, good and bad,
I bid farewell
To the departing year.
 
Everything I touch
with tenderness, alas,
pricks like a bramble.
 
 
I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.
 
For love and for hate
I swat a fly and offer it
to an ant.
 
Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.
 
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
 
A lightning flash:
between the forest trees
I have seen water.
 
Plum flower temple:
Voices rise
From the foothills
 
The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun,
a lively tree.
 
 
Cherry blossoms bloom
Rumbly showers from the sky
Peace out, winter gloom!
 
Where did the snow go?
Who cares, it’s warm weather time!
Start the Spring parties!
 
Moms forever loved
Always there for everyone
Send your thanks her way
 
Inkers love the Spring
More BBQs and pot lucks!
We get our grub on
 
 
Hidden eggs around
Kids are on the hunt all day
Easter bunny hop!
 
 
Oh whaaat? Spring is here?
Does that mean it’s t-shirt time?
Get ready for sun!
 

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