the singing of the bees

by Yokoyama Taikan
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so this is how it is
to be an old man
I say that aloud
and my doggo
doesn't even look up
--
a wet winter
followed by a perfect spring
and my jasmine has bloomed early
so lovely and fragrant
the bees buzz around
singing
singing
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The city pretended to be a small town, then a village. People wore shoes that had pockets where they could …
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