Apple Blossoms
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This is a 12 Verse Solo Renga; it is in the Junicho form:
Apple Blossoms
Cool in the morning
A few leaves are still clinging
To a few branches
Is it Monday or Tuesday?
Days of retirement blend
Dry snowflakes falling,
Like white dust on the dry ground,
Scatter in the wind
As a stranger's car drives by
Exceeding the speed limit
While clucking her tongue
She disapproves of the way
Children act today
Opinions fill cyberspace
There's no time for calm or grace
A few grains of sand
Shifting at the river's edge
Ripple the surface
Sharp rays of intense sunlight
Sweat descends into the eyes
As she adds water
To her small garden fountain
In her small front yard
The shadow of her lover
Approaching with the full moon
Briefly the wind holds
The scent of apple blossoms,
The sound of an owl
"I knew you'd be here tonight."
Wave upon wave of silence
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