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Sketchbook 

Yura Runov, RU
 

 

 

Tanka

With green chalk
A little boy draws a dragon
On the pavement.
As I approach he cries:
Don't step on it - it might bite!

 

 

I put on glasses
Take them off... put them on...
Smiling and sighing
Reading someone's verses
Endlessly better than mine.

 

 

Buddha appears
Gives me his hand but I
Squeeze empty air.
Buddha, happily grinning:
You've got it now? Have you?

 

 

With a happy face
Coming home from the office

Promotion promised
Sunset lengthens his shadow
By ten or twelve meters.

 

 

Haiku

First freezing night
The stars has slipped across the sky
And me on the ice

 

 

 

 

 

 


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