Near the boardwalk, Jerry Ball held out his hand and said, "Issa's fly!"
And then he let it fly. . .
a spring day in winter--
I go out for a walk
a fly comes along
Issa
I go back in
my thatched hut...
the fly does the same
Issa
Haiku and translations from David Lanoue's
website: haikuguy.com
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