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 Oct 2012 Audrey
Jordan Farelli
More than you know, I hold you in the highest
Of others that walk, they don't compare in the slightest
To you I give thanks, for all the times you were near
Heaven can wait, because you're needed down here
Ever more I will love you, and if this day we should part
Reaching out for you, to the stars, I will always hold you in my heart
 Oct 2012 Audrey
vircapio gale
apocalypse heat
i flee from black streets
my wife bathing still












.
piercingly cold
stepping on my dead wife's comb
in the bedroom

Buson (1706-83) composed this while his wife was alive. Hi wife Tomo outlived him by 31 years. Another translation of his 'fictional' haiku:

the piercing cold —
in our bedroom stepping
on my dead wife’s comb

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