Mushrooms

mushrooms
japanese ladies
doing an umbrella dance

as the breeze fan
its audience the grass
which clap their hands for more
each takes their position
with a serious pose

and when the time is up
which is just as soon as they are up
they just bow and go to sleep
right in the midst of the audience!

poem by John Tiong ChunghooReport problemRelated quotes
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