A lonely soldier,
thinking of autumn back home,
still sticks to his post.
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Tapping
Tapping with a stick,
the blind woman makes her way
through the garden gate.
Hat
straw hat on a stick—
one look, and ravenous crows
flap to the next field
Walking Stick
Bring your walking stick
to test the course before you—
hot and high the winds.
