Haiku 717, 718; Tanka 120

Haiku 717

citronella stink
mosquitos quick back it off
the unbite is on


Haiku 718

citronella night
scratched a few mosquito bites
lifted a few beers


Tanka 130

Ancient and battered
fierce eyes in a wrinkled face
old survivor waits
moves only when I have gone
Turtle crossing the wide path.


2 thoughts on “Haiku 717, 718; Tanka 120

    • Yes. I have thought the same thing. I am convinced there is a certain style of stoic determination they would frame things with, and a kind of timelessness to their lives.

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