Alone

on

Go home
after the party alone
to empty bed
Covers pushed back
bare sheets wrinkled

                    Basho: the old verse can be about willows
                    Haikai requires crows picking snails in a rice paddy

Not this world’s misery
black crow,
    but your solitary cry

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