A red-tailed hawk
on a bridge railing looks fixed,
loosed from its master.
Reading one haiku,
two bowls of strawberries passed
through three centuries.
When I looked back, o,
the man whom I passed, Shiki,
was lost in the mist.
A small, soft, brown hare
chews upon green blades of grass
near a watchful cat.
Ibe Ware Desu, LC is a poet living on the West Coast of the United States.
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