Questions
Early evening calm;
Dry, cold fog, like a thin veil,
On the leafless oaks
The light of the waning moon
Comes from somewhere in the sky
She has no idea
Who's invited her to join
The online forum
While on a June vacation
At the National Park
Away from the heat
Of city buildings and streets
And city traffic
He must answer the cell phone,
His boss expects it of him
A surprise exam,
The students who have studied
Feel vindicated
The weatherman said, "Clear Skies,"
But thick snow is falling fast
Pedestrian wait
For the signal light to change
As a truck speeds by
Young lovers do not perceive
Anything but each other
When does dawn begin?
When is a question answered?
When did I become old?
The first few cherry blossoms
Have opened to the wind
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