The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal
17 February 2009
Haiku 48
Fine, Buddha, you win!
Desire, even existence,
Lead to suffering.
*******
Hipster hats can't hide
That bald spot or those grey hairs,
But they still look sharp
*******
Fallen oranges,
Random bite marks and gashes
Something scampered off
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