three tanka

[emusnare]

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Acres of grassland
whisper secrets to the breeze
but reveal nothing
to the hawk circling above
who cries out in frustration.

Heedless of traffic,
a drunk man crosses the street
in front of my car,
thinking his crooked saunter
is enough to make me halt.

Rosemary plants
along the boulevard
are in bloom;
their little flowers
host murmuring bees.

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