Haiku (with note*)

Grey dipped arm, tree branch;

far away, a party (see –

almost too far, but…*

* This is not just a note about the images

of Van Gogh’s interpretation, or Hiroshige’s

elegance with trees, grass, distant figures.

Didn’t write enough about what you

can see, hear, and perhaps even taste when

you imagine the child(ren)

with candies, rice cakes, cherry blossoms

and their parents’ voices across the field.

Imagine yourself behind that branch

(think as carefully of the child –

peeping, swinging just above the grass.

Maybe she is too far to be heard; to hear.

Up there, in the clouds and the far away adults.

Do you see?)

*

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