Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Year's End, All Corners Of This Floating World, Swept.

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings