Changing the paper door paper, a single tiny knife
Came out to an unexpected spot, on the road, autumn grass
The person who's clutching my shoulders doesn ' t have eyes
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Pushing out of the lotus leaves and blooming, a flower, morning
Flowers being cut, an invalid watching
A beggar, with a rising-sun flag for wrapping things
Good weather for days, the festival's over, the island's huge pine
Bought an egg for each sleeve and came home
A festival, a baby asleep
Those hands, till when, beating the drum
A wet crow before sunrise is flying
The evening shower cleared up, I was given a big mackerel
A skink's cut off tail leaps in the sun
Althea nodding all day, it has darkened
A pilgrim praises the althea flowers, has a walking stick
On my way back from a funeral I got a little wet
