Shorts
Senryu
Endless summer heat
In January when cars won’t start
I’ll dream of summer.
One by one
Rose petals fall like old dreams
Heartache is your name.
Whirling dust
On summer empty lane
Melancholy.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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