I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
Poetic Musings: Mother and Ocean Haiku by Kobayashi Issa
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mother I never knew,
each time I see the ocean,
each time --
*The Essential Haiku*, 1995
Kobayashi Issa
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