Bamboo and Kholakiti Haiku

How green the new maize

in the early morning sun;

a field mouse prepares.


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The cicada song

Filling up the whole forest,

When I am away.

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Freshly cut bamboos,

Fragrant and ready to fence

The village pig sty.

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The wind on perfect
Hollow stems of bamboo--hear!

Sound of emptiness.

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Shadows of workers

Chopping down bamboos; I see

No heads falling off.

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