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Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The sun\u2019s a God\u2019s button.<\/p>\n Perhaps at some point<\/p>\n He\u2019ll come back to pick it up.<\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n March.\u00a0 Birds are singing. At midnight when I left, it rained. * * * <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Leonid Storch<\/strong> immigrated to the US from the Soviet Union in 1990 and presently teaches English in Thailand.\u00a0 He has an M.A. in Chinese Studies and a J.D. Degree.\u00a0 His publication list includes 3 books (all in Russian) and a number of essays, poems, and fiction that appeared in Russian-American magazines and European newspapers. He writes both in Russian and English.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Haiku The sun\u2019s a God\u2019s button. Perhaps at some point He\u2019ll come back to pick it up. * * * March.\u00a0 Birds are singing. I too would like to sit beside them and I\u2019d sing But I\u2019m afraid the branch would break. * * * At midnight when I left, it rained. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3740","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-haibun-tanka-haiku-haiga"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3740"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3742,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3740\/revisions\/3742"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI too would like to sit beside them and I\u2019d sing
\nBut I\u2019m afraid the branch would break.
\n* * *<\/p>\n
\nHome is the place
\nWhere no one cared.
\n* * *
\nA dark blue evening\u2026
\nThe moon nestles in the mimosa,
\nListening to the birds.<\/p>\n
\nDawn. \u00a0Outside the blossoms open.
\nBut your eyes hold the night
\nAnd winter is in your smile.<\/p>\n