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Tuesday, December 02, 2008


turning cold
an old man asks
what day it is
[Shiki Kukai, November 2008]


Blogger Gillena Cox said...

less and less the rains-
the first candle lit
on the Advent wreath

5:06 AM  
Blogger Magyar said...

Good one Bill, I relate! Self-centered, as I am, I shiver while I ask: "What day is this?"

3:32 PM  
Blogger Devika said...

Here it is Thursday...
there should be Wednesday still, i suppose...:)

But i understand the sentiments here, Bill...lease don't make us sad asking that...


7:34 PM  
Blogger jem said...

I like this. It makes me wonder why he needs to know and if the answer will help him or warm him in any way.

4:56 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

It's always a bit disturbing when an elderly person seems confused about a simple matter. Of course, I've been confused about simple matters as long as I can remember.

Gillena, magyar, devika (good to see you), and jem, I appreciate your responses.

7:16 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Devika: Your blog won't let me leave a comment.

7:21 AM  
Blogger josh said...

I'm learning a lot about "openness"/ambiguity from your haiku, Bill. You are mastering the art of suggestion - leaving space to dream, if you will.



10:34 AM  
Blogger polona said...

that's a good one, bill... and makes me feel the cold inmore than one way...

11:33 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Josh: "The craft so long to learn" as we both know. I hope to learn it some day.

polona, here's a hug to keep you warm.

8:38 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Age can be a cold and cruel thing. One day that could be me.

4:22 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

So true, Pat.

10:57 AM  
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6:04 AM  

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