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winter afternoon—
a rich layer of new snow
blanketing the earth
 
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In weary silence
she gazes into the flames,
seeking an omen.
 
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nothing fancier
than her cream-colored straw hat
with its pink ribbon
 
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A wooden clothespin—
she touches it to her tongue
and then to her palms.
 
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Over her shoulder
she tosses a tangerine,
hoping for good luck.
 
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Spiteful old women
hurl curses at their husbands
for small transgressions.
 
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Through a small window
she sees the plural of goose
landing on the pond.
 
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A life for herself—
no more peeling potatoes,
she thinks with a sigh.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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