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I’ll take these back

for the city slickers –
sour chestnuts
The Chestnut by the eaves
In magnificent bloom
Passes unnoticed
By men of this world.
though autumn winds blow
it is still green
bur of the chestnut
The winds of fall
are blowing, yet how green
the chestnut burr.
also green
it should remain a thing
the pepper pod
at Nara
the fragrance of chrysanthemums
ancient Buddhas
drinking morning tea
the monk is peaceful
the chrysanthemum blooms
while growing thin
without a reason
the chrysanthemum bud
white chrysanthemum
catching in one's eye
nary a speck of dust