Kosuke Miyata


Three Haiku

the pigeons chilled 
as stones on the marble; 
scarlet heels


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morning snow; 
the iron horse pissing
in the garage


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white seagulls 
circle at jets’ height; 
misty noon





Melancholia

Mokuren — you said you would name our baby 
when we have one some day. Magnolia on this 
shore, its blossoms always deceive these eyes that 
long for Sakura.