Avocados
Avocados
Your avocado is sanguine.
It believes it can ripen
even in a cold room.
It cannot wait to be cut
and expose its flesh to you.
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Tuesday, 28 January 2025
Monday, 27 January 2025
Yasushi Ikeda/Japan
Umbrella
Under an umbrella is a shade of silence.
Ease of no need to talk about trifles,
Free from the task to think about whatnot.
Receiving what comes from the sky,
And letting it fall softly,
Is this a kind of religious deed?
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