Backtalk: A Medium Place
“Grandpa, I can tell it’s you.” “I’m not grandpa. I’m Santa Claus. You know? Ho? Ho? Ho? Deck them halls and all that stuff?” “No. No. No....
The night is clear and the moon shines calmly,
The wind in the trees like a lyre’s song-
Am I the only one who can hear it?
-Zoso Royo
(Note: Today’s selection poem is a jisei, not a haiku)
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